Funeral Song

David Phelps - Fly Again

His trembling hands held the church pew that day,
Stryggling to stand when they asked him to pray.
With wisdom and strength his words were spoken.
But his body grew weary for his wings were broken.

But he will fly once again.
He will soar with his wings unfolded.
Hear the angels applaud,
As he rides on the wind to the arms of God.
And he will fly, he will fly again.

And on that day when he left for the sky,
I saw him smile as he told me goodbye.
No more would he weep for missed tomorrows,
No more would he suffer in this land of sorrows.

But he will fly once again.
He will soar with his wings unfolded.
Hear the angels applaud,
As he rieds on the wind to the arms of God.
And he will fly, he will fly again.

I know he's in a better place.
I still dream of the day,
When I'll see his face,
And we'll embrace, and...

We will fly once again.
We will soar, with our wings unfolded.
Hear the angels applaud,
As we ride on the wind to the arms of God.
And we will fly, we will fly again.

My Last Goodbye

I haven't been to see you in while, I regret that now. This could be the end of the road for you. you're weak and you're tired of fighting, and you haven't been yourself for a long time. Maybe you'll hold on, I don't know, but I hope you know you don't have to. This is in God's hands and that is without a doubt the best place for it to be. We all knew at was coming for a while, but that doesn't mean we're ready for it. Still, in a way, this is a very good thing. You're headed for a better place, they're rolling out the red carpet now and anxiously awaiting your arrival, as we prepare for your departure. We love you, we'll always keep a special place for you. i have happy memories of another time when you were healthy. That's the grandpa I will try to remember. I'm trying to be strong, for dad, for everyone. We know the tears are temporary and we'll all meet again soon. It'll just be hard for us to wait, but it will be just the blink of an eye in heaven. You'll be happy there. No more pain, no more Parkinsons, and you'll have all your memories back and won't have to worry about losing them ever again. At least you got to see the twins once. We'll tell them about you, your sense of humour, the way you teased us. The organ playing and scripture reading at Christmas. I'll tell them about your garden and raspberry patch, and the way you wanted orange cake when the rest of us wanted lemon. If this is the end stretch then I'll thank God for the blessing you've been, and for all the time we did have. If we've still got time, then I thank God for his continual compassion. I love you grandpa, but it's okay to let go. We're going to miss you, probably more than we expected, but it's okay to let go. You'll be with Jesus, you're going home. Go home grandpa, let go.

Just Putting it Out There

So, I really thought I was over you, like over a year ago. But apparently, I'm sorta not, but I sorta have to be because it sorta doesn't make a difference. I was getting to the point where all the lingering feelings where gone and everything began to feel normal. Now, I don't know what to think, or feel and a whole bunch of whys keep building up. It's different this time, less intimidating this time, but I still don't think its the right time. It never really is though is it? There will never be that absolute clarity, there will never be a point in time where everything just lines up perfectly and minds are crystal clear. It doesn't happen that way, and I don't think this can happen right now. But it's not all about me anymore and I guess it never was. It all rests on your choices, and if you can't choose me, then I understand.