Even though my heart is broken because you had to die,
I am glad, before you had to go, you flew in
skies up high.
You floated through the heavens between the clouds so white.
You saw pelicans and seagulls beside you
in their flight.
You looked down to the ocean waves, sparkling in the sun.
You saw the children splashing in
the surf and having fun.
The memories of your own child were fresh from yesterday.
The dark clouds in your life were
quicky blowing far away.
Were you thinking or your father as you soared up to the sky?
Were you pondering life's purpose,
what we're here for and why?
And when you knew that it would happen, that you would crash down far below,
thinking, as you once said, 'What a glorious way to go!'