Gratitude Journal – Day 297 – April 25, 2015

Touches the soul….

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is what music does to and for me, and I know that it was and is for myDarlin’ as well. And the weekend, not unlike those when myDarlin’ was with us, was filled with music and Ohana. From Wednesday to Sunday, I listened to so many wonderful friends play – even one who sang my song, or is it her song, or was it myDarlin’s song? For she wrote a song for me, co-authored by myDarlin’ long after he left us, and much to my surprise asked everyone to sing the chorus with her.

Sheri, sweet Sheri
Your smile lights us our days
You show us love is all you need
With grateful giving ways.
You write each day to share this love
With family and friends
Please take my picture Sheri
I want to see life through your lens

I am humbled by her kind words, and grateful that she has come into my life.
And we went to see him, this musician whom we had come to know as a photographer, quite talented at that. And in this funky, downtown listening room they sang as his father and family looked on. And I looked over to his father, well on in years and life’s experiences, as he watched his son with pride shining in his eyes. And they sang beautiful originals for the evening, sprinkled with one or two covers. This one particularly touched my soul.

When I die, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms, I'll be
And wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face

And I will be not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name
It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears, be washed away

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from Heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more
'Cos it don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay

All my tears, be washed away
So weep not from me, my friends
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him
Who will raise the dead again

It don't matter where you bury me
'Cos I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears, be washed away

And I wept, tears of sorrow as I miss him so, mixed with tears of joy as I know that myDarlin’ is safe in our Saviors arms.

I am grateful myLord for the gift of your love and that of myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope. And even in the silence in the late hours of the night, the music he played fills my very being with peace and understanding.
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