A few weeks ago my father in law passed away. He was less than a month before his 87th birthday.
Today we cremated him.
He loved the garden. He loved watching the birds.
Angie read some memories, a psalm (same one as at my papa’s thanksgiving) and ended with this quote (a final ever tweet from someone just before he died):
‘A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory’
Rest in peace (in that garden), Dad. We will miss you.
