Thank you, Lord, for guiding his way.

He had his family surrounding him.

We kept the lights down to a dim.

We stayed close, we expressed our love.

As he made the journey from here to above.

I miss him so, my heart cries out.

I try to rest but I’d rather shout!

I wasn’t ready to say “good-bye”,

He’s a good man, I feel with a sigh.

I remind myself, “He is at peace.”

His spirit goes on, it doesn’t cease.

In all of us, the memories stay.

Guiding us through another day.

He kept his pride until the end.

His bossy nature didn’t bend!

I guess it did, a little bit.

He let us stay, he let us sit.

We shared a story that touched our life.

We remembered, Mom, his loving wife.

We lost her back in seventy-five

We carried on, we stayed alive.

Time heals the pain, our families grew.

Dad had us, he had his “crew”.

He held us dear day in day out.

He smoothed our way, helped shape our route.

When Glyneta left us, the pain returned.

His strength remained, once again we learned.

“Cherish every moment” he used to say.

I’ll remember him always, every day.

As I sit and write, my tears just flow.

I hear his voice, it’s such a blow.

I cry, and cry, and cry and weep.

I miss him so, I feel it deep.

You taught me strength, helped me be proud.

You didn’t hesitate, you said it aloud.

My life is whole, my world is clear.

Thank you, Dad, you will always be DEAR.

I Love You, Dad. Your daughter, Leanne

Durward Angell Farnsworth
October 28, 1924 – September 26, 2004

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