He walks the road ahead, In the undiscovered country, Learning the calls of the dodo, Tracing the prints of the sabertooth. He does not forget, Nor will he be forgotten. Love knows no time or distance, Love knows only truth.
He is with us, with the unfurling of the flower. I hear his voice vibrating in the rustle of the leaves. I see his shadow pacing so we need not walk alone. The connection is unbroken; that's what I believe.
So while we weep, we smile, And hold him in our hearts, Because we don't forget him, We'll never truly part.
by Helen Kathryn Henry Krummenacker (my wife)
Yesterday, I went to Stockton with my wife to attend the "Celebration Of Life" her mother was holding for her late husband, my father-in-law Thomas Henry. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever been to. This was not a memorial service, it was exactly what the name says. We celebrated this wonderful man's life and how he touched each…