Aunt Beryl, Your Last Journey

Now your struggles are ended, Of body and mind. May your battles be remembered, With our passing time. For years you had suffered, Pain capturing your will, Destroying all promises, Of the day you would be healed. We' re shared precious moments, And at time revealing our fears, We talked of those days we'd, Soon be over the hill. I felt in your footsteps, And saw you in mine, Those times we discussed, Your life with pain, And I with mine. I've thought of you often, And even at times did shed a tear, I had ask our Creator to look upon you, As "special" and let your remaining days, Be free of all your pains and fears. You told me of some good times, And even shared some of your blues, I've seen the tracks of loneliness, Thru a blinded tear or two. We both knew our days were not forever, And our stories would have to end. I'll cherish those times we opened our hearts, And in sharing our pains, We both found a friend. Your body and spirit are parted now, Each going their own seperate way, A journey I think you welcomed, After so many darken days. Friends, as well as loved ones, Knew of your kindness within, We now mourn for your departure, For life's battle, you did not win. Now your body free of pain at last, Now peace will live with you forever, In that bright glorious land. Remember? I told you of a tunnel? Not to far away from here? And that bright light was waiting... And what peace you would find within. Now you know I have been there, For before you it all appears, Just as I told you, The bright light will dry your tears. Now I know not of this other world you are in, I only know of the journey, Of which you have been. When you reunited with our Maker, I know your final home you found, May God walk with you, As you explore those Heavenly grounds. Aunt Beryl I will miss you, And think of you often.... YOU know I realized THEY were real, And would some day separate your body from your soul. Close your eyes and welcome your sweet rest, For time is of no more. Your loved ones all gathered, With sorrow showing about, Unbound tears fell as soft raindrops, seeming as tho, They wanted to shout. The flowers beautifully laid about you all aglow, Your beauty giving inspiration, As if for them to grow. With life gone from your body, And the spirit from your soul, I now feel your story must be told.