Showing posts with label in memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label in memory. Show all posts

Thursday, June 30, 2011

For my "LilL Sis" I miss you!

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"Lil Sissy" 1975-2006

Dear "Baby Brat,
It's been 5 years since you left this place
Oh! How I long to see your face.
I think about you every day and
miss you more than words can say.
Some days are harder than the rest
but I will continue to do my best.
To get through this journey
called life and grief
Until we meet again 
on Heaven's beach

I appreciate the signs that
you send me throughout the year
To let me know that
though far away, 
you still are near
I love you my dear.
Forever and ever
"Big Sissy"

Unpublished work © 2011 L. Soady-Lutz.




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Saturday, February 12, 2011

In memory of my Daddy

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My Daddy: Allen
1941-2008

It's been three years since  I last laid my head on your shoulder. I miss your hugs, smiles and words of wisdom. You set a high standard to live by, Dad.  Just in how you carried yourself, how YOU lived YOUR life. How blessed I was to have a Dad like you.  It is my hope that I can lead by example. If I can do half as good a job as you DID, I will consider myself a success. Please continue to send me some signs and visit me in my dreams.  Remember, Daddy's girls stay Daddy's girls forever. I LOVE YOU.
XOXO, 
BIG SISSY 

In honor of the greatest man I have ever known. Who lived his life in :

The House by the Side of the Road


There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that swell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears 
Both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road 
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by;
They are good, they are bad, they are weak,
They are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat
Or hurl the cynic's ban? -
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

BY: Sam Walter Foss







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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

In Memory

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In memory
of the greatest man I have ever known
My hero,mentor and friend
Allen
However, I just called him
Daddy
9/20/41-2/12/08
When I grow up, I want to be just like you.
Forever your girl,
Big Sissy



House By the Side Of The Road

by Sam Walter Foss

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.



 

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