From L to R - Matt, Uncle Curtis, Amanda, Aunt Edwina, Lucinda, Ashley, Vanessa and Mel
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
This poem has a tone of finality as we say goodbye to our beloved Uncle Curtis who passed on Easter Sunday. Yet, when I read about returning to the boundless deep...and facing our 'Pilot'...who, really, has been with us all the while...I know my Uncle traveled his path honorably and peacefully.
Until we meet again...all my love.