He stood in the blazing sun, looked at the stone and read what had been inscribed on it.
“May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
In the last seven years that would be the upmteenth time he read this galeic prayer.
It was also the umpteenth time in seven years he wiped his moist eyes.
Perhaps someday, someplace nice, they would meet again.
Until then he’d have to live with fond memories of a dad who walked into the sunset.
FINE ONE
touching…it’’s a beautiful prayer…
touched my heart…
very well written…
Trishna Mumbai said… 10:28 PM | 1/Dec/07 | |
if he would close his eyes and smell the air really hard, ir would carry his smell..it would…Cheers, T
YES YES I TO AGREE AND BELIEVE SO…………….
May you always see the sunshine, may you always feel the fun; may your heart know peace & contentment when each day is done.. May you have the joys of Love and togetherness everyday to behold and feel the richness a happy heart can hold.. Merry Christmas
touching. ditto deeps.
touching……
touching……
if he would close his eyes and smell the air really hard, ir would carry his smell..it would…Cheers, T
Until we meet soon… until we meet soon…
awww…WD…don”t really know what to say…!
Very touching….until we meet again…:)
ONCE AGAIN ME BACK TO SAY,,,MAN KEEPS LIVING IN MEMORIES,,,,,,,
so touching,,great homage and a great wait……………love you writting it
lovely!
Touching……………
lovely! (:
Oh ! so lovely am deeply touched…..