4 years.

Remembering Major Hezekiah Rhodes. 

Our nephew. 

At rest four years ago today.

We gathered today.

We sat.

And talked.

And played

And cried.

Holding fast to the truth of seeing you {again} one day.

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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! 
And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, 
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness or 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.

Crossing the Bar
{Alfred Lord Tennyson}

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He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
Revelation 21:4