Barry’s b/d was always on the opening day of waterfowl season, one of our hunting passions.
We miss you buddy, but never forget you.
Should You Go First
by Albert Kennedy "Rosey" Rowswell
Should you go first and I remain,
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known.
In Spring I'll wait for roses red,
When fades the lilac blue,
In early Fall when brown leaves call
I'll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first and I remain,
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.
Should you go first and I remain,
To finish with the scroll,
No length 'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy,
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you do:
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same,
For some day down that lonely road
You'll hear me call your name.
This poem was sent to me by hospice I hope you will find great comfort from it as I did :Love Laurie and family
When Jan found out that Barry's dream was to fly. She put all her efforts into helping him to realize his dream. I think she then became the wind beneath his wings. What a partnership.