There are more stories to be told about my Dad.
I have them circling around in my head.
This is for my Kids, my Grandkids....and their kids, and so on. It's for them but also for anyone interested.
Just because my Dad is gone doesn't mean the story has to end, now does it?
I will start with a poem that I thought had been written by Dad. I mistakenly gave him the credit and discovered recently that he did not write it, although he could have. He did write another song that he never put the music to.
I had seen it before in his things but placed it back in the box vowing to return later and sort all of these papers out and possibly put them in a scrapbook. This is where my addiction to order comes in handy, btw. ; )
So while looking for some information before making the memorial card, I luckily came across the poem again and there was no doubt in my mind that this should be on the memorial card. I don't regret adding it to the card although Dad didn't write it, the poem was still very appropriate. I am glad to have it in his handwriting as a keepsake.
Had I known it was a song, I would have played it at the Memorial service. So please credit the actual writer of the song. My mistake. It was an honest mistake, I promise.
It is in a Salvation Army Songbook #732
"I'm in His hands.
Whate're the future holds
The days I cannot see
Have all been planned for me
His way is best you see
I'm in his hands."
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