A Voice from the Eastern Door

In Memory

We see you in our dreams

And we talk and talk all night.

But as soon as we open our eyes

You’re gone from our sight.

So we look at all our pictures

And smile and hear your laughter.

And we go on with our day

Because we know we’ll see you after.

It’s hard to believe it’s been two years

Since you hugged us and said goodbye,

Since we’ve heard you say “Taki:ton!”

Shake your head and roll your eyes.

It’s the little things like that we miss

Whenever we think of you.

We’ll smile and laugh or cry a bit

At all our memories of you.

We try to keep in mind you’ve seen

Every triumph, game, and play,

And all the great things we’ve done

Since you left us that sad day.

Deep inside we feel you with us

In everything we do.

You cannot easily forget

Someone so special to us as you.

To each of us you’re something different.

But in the end you’re always our hero.

We miss you husband, father, brother, uncle, cousin,

Our “Papa” Donald Bero.

 

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