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Sunday, March 1, 2009

The Best

This is the poem that we put in the little program/handout/whatever it's called thingy at Dad's funeral. This poem is so fitting to who he was that I couldn't read it at all last week without crying- a lot, and I still don't think I could read it out loud... but idk I kind of felt like posting it.
I'll probably post things in here about him or just dealing with stuff from time to time because I'm not really one to vocalize my feelings very often or even very well. This helps to serve as an outlet for some of my thoughts/feelings/emotions. I'm still going to post what I think should have been said at the funeral, I just don't know when I am going to be able to sit here and write it without being disturbed by a thousand people.

"The Best"

God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered
"Come to me".

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
and although we love you dearly
we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke out hearts to prove to us
he only takes the best.







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  1. J PottMarch 5, 2009 at 1:36 PM

    Marissa, last fall my best friend's mom (my pseudo mom) passed away suddenly from colan cancer. That is actually part of a much larger poem that I loved too!! I did the same thing you did with reading the poem over and over and not being able to not cry for weeks. Now I hear the poem and remember how beautiful she was. I know you are hurting girl, and things will get a little bit easier, just hang in there!! Miss you

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