Its a little over a year since my dad passed away in Queensland, Australia. You may remember my poem from that day. Today (already Sunday in New Zealand) my Aunty Olwen is taking his ashes to Orewa Surf Lifesaving Club where his friends will have a morning ceremony and a time of remembrance for John Daniel Jones, the old, short, skinny kiwi, who lived a full life from April 16, 1933 – Dec 2004. Dad loved the surf club. And he loved us.
. . . I miss him. . .
Thanks Olwen for being a great sister to him and aunty to me.
(bows his head)
May you always find comfort, hope, and strength when you remember him.
I never knew your dad; but you are a credit to him.
Peace, friend.
Pax and comfort rise and end with you each and everyday. Adele
I am with you, Andrew. My Mum who passed away in December was the same age as your Dad. I miss her, too. God of all comfort comforts us (2Cor 1).
: : : the peace of Christ be with you all : : :
We all pass on into Gods Kingdom. God Bless you.
The Garden Of The King
How beautiful is the Garden of the King.
Death tries to ring out and only angels sing.
Where the king turns mourning to joy.
And restores the smile that death tried to destroy.
Where the stench of death is turned into sweet smelling flowers.
Where we feel his love and gentleness and know it is forever ours.
So raise your hands and joyfully sing.
For there is no darkness or mourning in THE GARDEN OF THE KING.
Blessings of peace.