An old family friend passed away this week. He was a good man. He was the father of a friend. When my father passed away, this poem by John Holmes was read at his funeral. I want to share it, in honor of Chad.
Death this year
Death this year has taken men
Whose kind we shall not see again.
Pride and skill and friendliness,
Wrath and wisdom and delight,
Are shining still, but shining less,
And clouded to the common sight.
Time will show them clear again.
Time will give us other men
With names to write in burning gold
When they are great and we are old,
But these were royal-hearted, rare.
Memory keeps with loving care
Deeds they did and tales they told.
But living men are hard to spare.