Year since your departure, year since you went away, dead sky full of winter attendant at your grave. Your passing was a blessing, is the lie we tell, but as I yearn for your touch, know the truth too well. Each season is finite as is each mortal life, hope that you are at peace in a place free of strife.
The God that you believed in came to take you home, chill of death and winter both cut deep to the bone. Know that we your children so often pray for you, you our loving father, who showed us such virtue. No words can you express now that we can take to heart, past lessons must suffice as glean we your life’s art.