January 26, 2013


Crossing the Bar
     By Alfred Lord Tennyson

 
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,
When 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.

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A beautiful memorial service was held for my dad in St. Louis today as friends and family gathered to celebrate his life.
"Crossing the Bar" was a poem he memorized as a child and it remained one of his favorites.

We head back to Virginia and "Rudy" tomorrow.