My Brother

Wow....22 years have passed....
These words today are not mine, but my Mom's...

DANCING WITH ANGELS

One night in a dream a muse came to me,
It is time to put grieving behind
For a dear little boy so cheerful and pure,
So gentle and loving and kind.

When you're lonely and sad, your heart near despair,
Close your eyes, and you will see
Your boy, your babe, so happy and free
Dancing with angels up there.

His countenance shone forth his goodness,
In his heart was never found guile;
Although faced with many afflictions
He greeted his life with a smile.

His life was too soon passing,
And troubles he met every day,
But he scattered flowers of compassion
For all who he met on the way.

I know I will always miss him,
I know someday I will understand,
For I know he is dancing with angels,
And he sings with an angel band!

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Larry Duane Lord
November 1, 1956 - July 1, 1993

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For my son,
Who did not take a step on the earth,
But somehow left his imprint everywhere.

Lois Lord - June 14-15, 2001