Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's on the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Sing with the angels, my dear friend. And say hello to Terri for us.
Being confident of this very thing, that he, who hath begun a good work in you, will perfect it unto the day of Christ Jesus. As it is meet for me to think this for you all, for that I have you in my heart; and that in my bands, and in the defence and confirmation of the gospel, you all are partakers of my joy.
-- Philippians 1:3-7
I know you and him were close, Bykrbayb, and I am sure this must be hitting you hard. I will pray for all of his loved ones and those whom he considered very good friends on FR. I did chat with T'wit and found him to be very dedicated to the things he believed in.
May God continue to bless his family. I know how much he loved FR. May he rest in peace in the arms of our Savior.
Sing with the angels, my dear friend. And say hello to Terri for us.
What a beautiful thought BykrBayb!
God bless you Tim - you and your family are in my prayers.