My Aunt Paula wrote this poem about my Dad, from mine and Jenny's point of view. It is simply beautiful, and such a fitting tribute about a man who loved to fly, and loved his family.
In Remembrance
Before us, our father had wings.In his small airplane He would soar, swoop, swan dive,Cut the engine and pull up just in time,Making the crowd gasp with fear, Then scream and clap in delight.Daredevil dad...our dad.
After us, our father was daredevil no more. Aware of his responsibilities, his wings Flew only straight and true Delivering people to their destinations safely.No dives, swoops, or cutting the engine. Dad had a family.Good dads didn't do daredevil.
Now we are grown...Our father has a different pair of wings.He soars, swoops, swan dives, circles, And plunges all over Creation, Laughing in sheer joy.The Heavenly Father gave our father new wings,And he flies with no fear, His earthly responsibilities forgotten.
Fly father...fly...forever!
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