Friday they put him in the ground

I've been thinking a lot about papa lately. As I pack up my room I
come across lots of little things that remind me of him...notes and
letters, his obituary...and I've been thinking about the burial. I
miss him so much. He is going to be buried on friday. I've been listening to this Bebo song a lot lately.
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I believe when they put her in the ground
I think they buried part of me
Because I've been searching, I've been looking all around
But I cannot find the heart of me, the heart of me

So I'll put my fingers in this soil upon her grave
And I will plant for her a garden
And every flower, a reminder of her face
Will grow up graceful as a pardon

And all that grows is her story told
As life unfolds here before us
The peace I've found in this broken ground
I can see her in the harvest...of all that I have sown

Long before I was covered up in gray
Before the old had bent my bones
We grew our children in the red Georgia clay
They were our garden and our home

And all that grows is our story told
As life unfolds here before
The peace we found in that broken ground
I can see them in the harvest...of all that I have sown

And when my life is done
I pray the kingdom come
And take me to Glory
It's living inside me
It was planted like a seed
All to tell a story

I believe when they put me in the ground
There will remain a part of me
Because I've been seraching and the joy that I have found
Is living in my family...it's all that I have sown
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So much of Papa is a part of me. As I think about the burial I feel like a little part of me is going with him. I also feel a gentle hope and happiness as I think about all that he has "sown." All the little pieces of himself that he has left behind in all of us. I eagerly await the day when I will see him again in glory. In the meantime, I am proud to carry a part of him in me and to tell his story. It hurts though. It hurts so bad.