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[Jerz-girl]

Hope this comes through correctly, I'm using my cell phone.

My son just notified me of his girlfriend soon to be fiancee's grandfather's passing. We're close to the family, I wanted to send her mom a poem, I've looked online and whatnot but haven't come across the one I want. I want something different from poems I've shared in the past, and I don't want a poem that is geared to a man losing his father.

There was poem on here about a girl losing her father and something about watching her grow and now here isn't here, does anyone have that poem or know the name of the thread?? I couldn't find it, don't remember when it was posted other that maybe June.

Any help is appreciated. Thank you.

Lisa Marie aka Jerz

[betteb]

So far, I'm not finding the specific poem you are talking about but here are some

Your Very Own Guardian Angel

The loss of a father
Is a heavy burden to bear.
He's a source of quiet strength
That is so missed when he's not there.

Take comfort he's in Heaven,
And looking down at you.
He'll be there through the coming years,
Watching over and guiding you.

He's your very own guardian angel,
And he'll be with you to the end,
When you meet again in Heaven,
And your broken heart will finally mend.

GOD'S GARDEN

God looked around his garden.

And found an empty place.

He then looked down upon the Earth,

And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you,

And lifted you to rest.

God's Garden must be beautiful,

He always takes the best.

He knew you were suffering,

He knew that you were in pain.

He knew that you would never

get well on Earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough.

And the hills were hard to climb,

So he closed your weary eyelids,

And whispered "Peace be thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn't go alone,

For part of us went with you.

The day God called you home...

~~~~~Author Unknown~~~~~

[dooBdoo]

Hi, Jerz-girl. I'm sorry for your family's loss. Not a poem, but this tribute was posted recently and really touched my heart (my dear father died when I was 17 years old):

Good Dads Never Really Die

"She was 4 years old and standing at the end of the diving board, wanting to take that next step but scared even so.

"Jump," he said, as he treaded water below. "I'll catch you."

So she did.

She was 18 and standing amid a pile of pink luggage in her new dorm room, wanting to take that next step but scared even so.

"Go on," he said, as he gave her a hug and headed to the door. "I'm only a phone call away."

So she did.

She was 22 and standing at the back of a church in white lace and satin, wanting to take that next step but scared even so.

"Hold on," he said, as he offered his arm. "I won't let go."

And he didn't.

Not that day and not in all the days and years that followed. Not even now.

Good dads are like that. They are always there, celebrating a daughter and helping her through the hard stuff, making it all seem so simple if you just hold on.

He was there when she accidently burned out the transmission on his car and when she accidently set fire to the garage. (He was also there when she accidently took a chunk out of the garage while backing out but he was a tad angry that time, so it doesn't count.)

He was there when she took the bus home from college and wound up in the wrong state. She called him late at night and of course he came for her. Then he turned it into an adventure and never mind the food poisoning he picked up along the way home.

He was there when she was stranded on the freeway, never mentioning the fact that he was at work on the other side of town or that there is such a thing as AAA.

He was there for every scary moment in her life and for every joyous moment and for most of the moments in between.

Then, 10 years ago today, suddenly he wasn't there anymore. There was grief early on, and a fear that the relentless forward march of time would carry us farther and farther apart. The world moves on, after all, and it's painful still that he isn't here to see it.

But 10 years later, here are the things that she has learned.

Mostly, that the best fathers aren't remembered for the big things they do. Instead, it's a lifetime's worth of little things they do together that become the biggest thing of all.

The best moments, it turns out, are the ordinary ones.

His wonder at the blue hibiscus that she grew in the Arizona heat when he never could. His delight in the stories that she wrote and the profession that they shared. The sweetness of an evening walk, arm in arm, talking about anything or sometimes nothing at all. The chance to watch him once she had children of her own, to see once again just how special it is to have a man such as this in a child's life -- even when the child is now a woman.

It's been 10 years since cancer claimed her father, but he still drops by now and then.

She sees him in her sister's smile.

She hears him when she writes something that is particularly good – or particularly bad.

She feels his delight in the tomatoes she tries to grow and his chuckle at the birds that claim every blasted last one of them.

She thinks of him when she sees a hibiscus in bloom or the cut of the mountains he loved against the desert sky at sunset.

Or the sight of any man with a well-loved and oh-so-lucky daughter.

And so she stands here, at the end of a decade without him, blessed and grateful and ready for all the next steps that will come in her life because she knows now what she couldn't possibly have understood 10 years ago -- that a part of him is here still.

Good dads, you see, never really die. They are with you always."

~June 6, 2014, Laurie Roberts, staff writer of the AZ Republic newspaper

(eta: This was posted from a copy I kept. I wanted to give proper credit -- just found the thread: A Father's Love Never Dies - A Must Read shared by MJ FAN 4 EVER, on 6/7/14)

[Jerz-girl]

Oh Ladies Thank You both SO very much!!

betteb God's Garden is beautiful, I will use it...he was sick & died of cancer.

dooBdoo Bingo! Thank you so much, that's the one. What a beautiful and touching tribute. I think she wold appreciate this as well.

Good-night ladies and thank you again!

Lisa Marie aka Jerz

[dooBdoo]

On 7/12/2014 Jerz-girl said:

Oh Ladies Thank You both SO very much!!

betteb God's Garden is beautiful, I will use it...he was sick & died of cancer.

dooBdoo Bingo! Thank you so much, that's the one. What a beautiful and touching tribute. I think she wold appreciate this as well.

Good-night ladies and thank you again!

Lisa Marie aka Jerz

Hi, Jerz-girl! That's great! betteb's offerings were so lovely, too. She always has the sweetest posts.

[betteb]

On 7/12/2014 dooBdoo said:

On 7/12/2014 Jerz-girl said:

Oh Ladies Thank You both SO very much!!

betteb God's Garden is beautiful, I will use it...he was sick & died of cancer.

dooBdoo Bingo! Thank you so much, that's the one. What a beautiful and touching tribute. I think she wold appreciate this as well.

Good-night ladies and thank you again!

Lisa Marie aka Jerz

Hi, Jerz-girl! That's great! betteb's offerings were so lovely, too. She always has the sweetest posts.

Awww Thanks dooBdoo and your welcome Jerz. It's good of you to want to offer comfort.

[Jerz-girl]

I apologize ladies, I really am sorry that I didn't read carefully what was said to me.

First betteb, thank you betteb for stopping what you were doing just to help me, I thank you for your time!

dooBdoo, I am very sorry that last night I didn't read carefully about your father dying when you were only 17. I'm sure it's a void you still feel today. I don't pretend to know what you went through, all I can do is imagine the pain and devastation you felt and the emptiness you were left with. I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you again ladies for your help & your time.

Jerz

[betteb]

On 7/13/2014 Jerz-girl said:

I apologize ladies, I really am sorry that I didn't read carefully what was said to me.

First betteb, thank you betteb for stopping what you were doing just to help me, I thank you for your time!

dooBdoo, I am very sorry that last night I didn't read carefully about your father dying when you were only 17. I'm sure it's a void you still feel today. I don't pretend to know what you went through, all I can do is imagine the pain and devastation you felt and the emptiness you were left with. I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you again ladies for your help & your time.

Jerz

No apologies needed to me Jerz, you thanked me. I wanted to try to help. I am helper/nurturer by nature I've also experienced losses in my life and all the cards, emails and such were a comfort to me. I try to pay that forward whenever I can.

[dooBdoo]

Hi, betteb!

Hi, Jerz-girl! No apologies needed, and thanks for your kind words.