Cherished memories of the most generous husband and gentlest father, the perfect Daddy. You were always happiest giving, never expecting anything in return. You brought fun and laughter into our lives. Just when things were perfect, just when things were best, God called you home to your heavenly rest. You’ll remember me when the west wind moves, Upon the fields of barley, You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky, As we walk in fields of gold. So he took his love for to gaze awhile, Upon the fields of barley, In his arms she fell as her hair came down, Among the fields of gold. I swear in the days to come, We’ll walk in fields of gold. You loved the sun with your unique ‘sunny’ disposition.
Love always, Gloria and Davida-Vashti XX.
