During the service my Godsister Tracy's daughter Bella was passing out handouts with Ninong Bill's photo and a beautiful poem written by Emily McAdams. There are a few parts of the poem that meant so much to me because I can envision him basically do what the words say...
"At last I reach my final home
The gates swing open wide
I get a glimpse of glory
I can't wait to get inside...
And then I spot my loved ones
they've been here many years
We hug and kiss each other
All smiles, there are no tears..."
I don't have many photos of him and I, but the one that I will cherish always is my baptism photo with him.
|You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile that he has lived...|