My father-in-law died last week and I had the honor of being part of a family group that was in remarkable harmony. The four adult children along with their spouses, all around 50-something, worked, grieved, and rejoiced individually but also as a harmonious team.
He used to sing like Frank Sinatra
And laugh like Burl Ives
I remember when he’d come to visit
There was sparkle in his blue eyes
Dad loved our home town, Lincoln
And he cherished my grandma so
He’d travel quite a distance
Just to see us all on the go
Sometimes it was in the summer
And he’d take us to the fair
He spent a lot of quarters
Trying to win his girls a bear
But there was nothing this girl wanted
More than just to hold his hand
And walk and talk a little bit
Oh, yes. Now that was grand!
When he became a grandpa
He was proud as he could be
He’d often share reflections
Of the good mom he saw in me
His words could lift my spirit
Even though he was far away
They filled a special need inside
Flowing warmth like a sun ray
What do I cherish now, dear Dad,
When your voice no longer sings?
It’s simply peaceful gratitude
Floating in on your angel wings.