January 2nd, 2005 - Goodbye, my dear father
A
few minutes before midnight on New Year's Eve, as I contemplated
the heavy loss of life in South East Asia, and the pain and anguish
of their families, I got the news that my father had passed away.
As I make the journey from Toronto to Tanzania, I carry with me
a suitcase full of memories.
We
are all on the same road.
My loss is yours, your grief is mine.
Shoulder to shoulder, we build a bridge upon which the feet of
time will cross over to tomorrow.
Let's make it a good tomorrow!
In memory of my dear, dear father, who will always be alive and
with me through this journey of life:
"Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."
I love you, dad.
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