A soul can wonder
From branch to branch
Never finding a home
It does battle
With all it meets
But its light
Has barely shown
Then one day
It heard a whisper
And it stopped
And began to quiver
Like the leaves who
Stand alone on trees
Waiting for fall to come
This soul then knew
His place belonged
Right where the
Heart sang a
Soft sweet song.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
12/31/2014
I received a knock on the door from the mail lady. I had been spending a lot of time in Al’s room today getting so many things separated.
The mail lady had a large envelope for me. I didn’t remember ordering anything and didn’t recognize the sender.
I sat down and opened it up. Reading the introductory letter I started to sob. Here I was, in cleaning and sorting his belongings and here is a book…
I received a knock on the door from the mail lady. I had been spending a lot of time in Al’s room today getting so many things separated.
The mail lady had a large envelope for me. I didn’t remember ordering anything and didn’t recognize the sender.
I sat down and opened it up. Reading the introductory letter I started to sob. Here I was, in cleaning and sorting his belongings and here is a book I am opening up about Al.
Six businesses that knew Al, my brother very well, including the infamous Zales Pharmacy had pooled their monies together and had this book made for me in honor of Al.
I am just overwhelmed and proud. Oh my heart is aching bad as it has been since yesterday when I went to the cemetery to see him and mom and dad.
How beautiful this book is. Places to mark things from the funeral and things that I never want to forget about Al.
The tears are coming too fast now and I can’t see the print easily, so I am going to go. I just wanted to share with you my gift.
Who I am 