Mom
day one phrase in the bible is embedded in my mind.
I feel the way you would.
When you left us your great grandchildren Whitney,
Alex, and Brandon were still preschoolers. At the time
they were too young to understand heaven, hell, and
all that my be in between. Sometimes all I want to do
is cry, then cry some more. Indeed the world is a
lesser place without you.
Mother’s day is officially the worst day of the year.
In a morose way Brooke is very lucky. She was yet to be
born upon your death. Brooke will never cry because
she misses you. Then again she will never know how
truly funny and inspirational you were. You touch many
hearts with words of wisdom and feeling. You made us
laugh time and time again. Tonight and many other
nights your spawn and friends will cry you a river to be evaporated into paradise.
Paradise; the waiting grounds for eternity in the bliss.
The dwelling den of the soulfully rich and heat felt
opulent. Paradise is where your heart beats steady
and your soul Runs free…….
Mark N Schurr / Neil Peart
Dad
Joyful emotions have been swept away by your
death. Your passing has caused emptiness and
grief to shroud love and laughter today. I embrace
your souls yesterday. Yesterday, a metaphor for
the past. A past in which you thrust your wisdom
upon us. Yesterday your robust presence spawned
a family and instilled a passionate spirit yearning for
a world that ought to be. I remember how we
laughed and drank to Laurel and Hardy. Yesterday
was fantastic. Today’s tears are tomorrow’s laughter.
Goodbye dad.
Mark N Schurr
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