Edward ( Bud ) Atfield

Brother / Uncle

 

There is little to inspire this,

a day of reflection, but loads of hope.

 

There is a brother / uncle I will miss,

who has reached the end of life’s rope.

 

At the end of the Grim Reapers noose

his spirit, his soul to be free – let loose.

 

Time passed – eighty three years- age and cancer

have now taken their toll, he now knows the answer.

 

The time has come, to leave for changes

as his life’s flow, ebbs and rearranges

 

it’s atoms, it’s energy, it’s essence, it’s meaning,

to find all, in the new, that he will be feeling.

 

I am, oh so sorry that I will not be there

to say goodbye, offer best wishes as you fly

off to places far beyond the sight of these blind eyes

as we stare off into the blackness of, we know not where ?

 

I see where you once stood, standing before us, in our

memories hoard, now and forever more, during this hour.

 

I fondly remember your mentorship,

emulating, to be a mechanic, my apprenticeship.

 

I fondly remember the hours we drank, did talk.

In – but not all – your footsteps I tried to walk.

 

Love Bill .

B. J. “A ” 2

April 7^th 2004