The faraway home has called. The news is sad. Tears swell and stream. My Godfather has been called home.
Damn!!! I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Yes, I know that death is a part of life, but for some reason you’re just never ready for it. The punches cannot be avoided. Especially when someone you love dies.
Happiness, sorrow, love and sadness go hand in hand. A time for everything under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8) birth and death, a celebration of life.
My Godfather, Harold Crawley, has transitioned to his glorious life.
Why does entering Heaven have to be so painful for us on this side?
He was such a great guy.
I remember him teaching me how to play tennis. If I had to do over again, I can honestly say, I would be a great Tennis Superstar today. If only…
Oh how I wish I had listened to my Godfather. All his great words telling me how great I could be.
His gentle spirit moves between family, friend, heart, soul, earth, heaven…
My Godfather, Harold Crawley, has transitioned, like a butterfly. “The concept that is a disaster to the caterpillar, is liberation to the butterfly. The caterpillar enters a dark time, then comes out on the other side transformed.”
That concept is easy to comprehend, yet death doesn’t make it so easy to translate.
My beloved Godfather Harold Crawley…he was such a Gentle Soul!!
Thank you for your words of Wisdom and Encouragement. I remember when I was going through my time of difficulty. You allowed me and my daughters to come and live with you and Lois. We were in your kitchen in Hyattsville, MD, and there, you said to me, “Don’t worry Baby, you’re going to come out smelling like a Rose.”
Thank you Harold. To this day, I still hold on to those words.
Until we meet again, may you rest peacefully, as you fought a good fight.
You were a great guy!!
You will remain forever in my heart!