A long Goodbye

Well... today we had the service for my grampa. There was family there, the important family, some of which I didn't expect. Ruth and Roger Strange, the Storer sisters and Betty Munch, Craig and Breeann Wright, Martha Beasley, and a bunch of other people... that I never expected. Now we have buried three of our family in the cemetery.

I hate saying goodbye.

In memory of Kenneth Kerr (September 15, 1924-January 5, 2006)
And Marian Storer (January 1, 1914-January 30, 2005)

It is Well With My Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ be it Christe hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll
No pang shall be mine, for in death is in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul

But, Lord, tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait
The sky, not the grave, is our goal
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Bless'd hope, bless'd rest of my soul!

And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul!