Crossing the Bar
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
My oldest and one of my best and dearest friends has died. He was a wonderful man, kind and just, Husband, Father, Grandfather, Fisherman, Hunter, “Working Stiff,” Veteran, Patriot, and Survivor. He lacked even a hint of meanness, spoke softly, thoughtfully, with malice toward none. He was truly one of the very best of us. Goodbye Bill, rest in peace.
We had to learn and recite this poem in High School, 65 years ago.
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