Death Be Not Proud - Tho Thou art called Mighty

I was going to write a poem of sorts in memory of my father, who yesterday passed into the next realm. I can't do that, for what reason I don't know, so I will instead put thoughts to words here.

Seventy Four years you walked the earth, 
Changing lives everywhere you went.
You may not have noticed that, it's subtle but it was there.
You cheered many when they were down.
Helped in any way you could for those less  fortunate than yourself.
In many ways a real Saint of this age.
Your work was hard, extremely tough, and agonising toward the end.
Yet you did not ever, not once think to give in.


Albert Bourne
March 6th 1933 - November 26th 2007

You and Momma were a match made in heaven.
In many ways the role models for what I wanted to become.
You helped and supported each other for all of the years.
There were tears of happiness and sorrow.
As life threw its many challenges your way.
But you fought hard, and passionately each step of the way.

I'll miss you dad, that is obvious I know.
Just as you'll miss us, but know this...
It's all just temporary, although you've moved on.
We'll all be seeing you soon, laughing and joking about everything..

You taught me so many things for life, and made me proud.
Your message was strong, but rarely loud.
I am so like you in many ways.
Our love of knowledge, and although our views were different.
Ultimately we were seeking the same thing.
Because wisdom is a means to the same end.
All quests are paths to the top of the same mountain.

Your intellect was enormous, although you were humble.
Such pearls of wisdom I'd carry with me after our talks.
I am so happy that I made you proud.
Who'd have thought it would be me who interviewed
A man from the MOD about UFOs.
I got the confidence to do many such things from you.

Because deep down, I always wanted you and Momma
To be proud of what I did, because I wanted to show you
What a great job you both did, with all of us, not just me.
Three loving kids and many more, who all looked up to you
With pride,warmth,respect and most importantly love.

Before you moved on Dad, you discussed this site with Momma.
Showing me that you think I did good, and that feels great.
I dedicate it to you Dad, because one of the most important things.
Is to work hard on what you believe in, I learned that from you.

This almost became a poem, but I wanted words not rhymes.
Even though that happened at times :-)
In the end though Poppa, words can only ever be .
Small symbols that lack the reality of what I want to convey.

That can only be done in thoughts and feelings.
You'll be in my thoughts Dad, every hour and every day.
Until we meet again my Dear Father and Friend
I'll wear your cap proudly, it gives me the strength
The strength to keep fighting hard for that which I believe

I'll go now Dad, but only from this
Keep watching over us, as your spirit  keeps us alive.
It's just a question of time Dad until we're together again
I'll make the most of it here, give you even more reason.
To see that you did well with us all.

Per Ardua Ad Astra Dad
Michael

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In Remembrance of My Father