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Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004
This poem was written for Ed Gallagher, a good friend and neighbour on the day his wife called me to let me know that he was in the hospital and wasn't expected to live. I was asked by the family to read this at the gathering after the funeral service and copies were given to all his family members.
It is important to recognize that we will miss our loved ones, despite the fact that they have lived to a good age, and especially when they die young.
People will say That you lived a good life You had many years With your kids and your wife.
You lived a good life Yes, it is true But that doesn't mean We won't miss you.
The sound of your voice The pace of your step, These are things We won't forget.
Your years on the farm Were not spent in vain You raised quite a crew Through your toil and strain.
Though your sight and your hearing Had begun to dim Your mind was as sharp As a tack or a pin.
Your head was filled With all kinds of facts Sports, people, farming, Living life to the max.
When I came to visit You expected a hug And a simple kiss On your smiling mug.
The light in your eyes When you talked with a friend, Those are the memories That will never end.
You will be missed Of that there's no doubt And we'll think of you often When we're out and about.
Or when we are watching A game on tv And hear them announcing He scores, or strike three.
You lived a good life Yes that is true. But that doesn't mean We won't miss you!
copyright September 2004
Fran Watson "Expert Author" http://www.franwatson.ca http://www.mormunny4u.org http://www.diet-basics.org


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