Let the flowers come to the funeral.
We mourners need to see their up-turned, shining faces.
While our heads are bowed out of respect and sadness.
We need them to brighten this darkness.
We need their ribbons and tags.
So that we can read the names of the people moved by his passing.
We need roses and mums, lilies and glads
to add scent to the hushed air.
Let them line up at the altar and surround the tent.
In lieu of chicken and biscuits,
In lieu of casseroles and pound cakes,
In lieu of a check to the church,
SEND IN THE FLOWERS.
To stand like sentries over the plot after the mourners leave,
Making the grave look like a garden.
In memory of my precious cousin Mark Bayzik, who died yesterday.
Beautifully said Becca! Fitting thoughts for Mark and the sadness we all feel.
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We no longer have to worry about how he is or wonder where he is. Now, we know who he is with. They will take care of him.
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Hi Becca,
I just got on this blog for the first time. It is beautiful. What a great tribute to your dad. I have to go visit this garden. Am I reading correctly that your cousin Mark has passed away? IF so, I am so sorry to hear of your loss.
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Sorry to hear of your loss.
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My family is large and close. We will mend, but we will never be the same. Peace on the prairie my friend Julie.
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Thank you for this post, my dear sister. It captures so much so beautifully. Mark would love it and your whole blog!
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Together we stand. We must keep spreading the love to try to heal this broken world.
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Pass the peace sister.
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