What I would not part with I have kept
On this day most years I ask you to help me in honoring the memory of my father, Blanchard Guy McManus.
Because I don't remember him at all.
He died on Friday, September 13, 1968, in an airplane crash.
He's been gone now many more years than he lived.
And I ask you to enjoy your life today.
... for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. ~Psalm 90:10
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To Time it never seems that he is brave
To set himself against the peaks of snow
To lay them level with the running wave,
Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,
But only grave, contemplative and grave.
What now is inland shall be ocean isle,
Then eddies playing round a sunken reef
Like the curl at the corner of a smile;
And I could share Time’s lack of joy or grief
At such a planetary change of style.
I could give all to Time except – except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There,
And what I would not part with I have kept.
Robert Frost
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Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend
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Reader Comments (2)
I'm so sorry that you have no memories of your Dad. You've posted such a nice tribute here. I believe he would be proud of the woman you are and the family you have raised.
I'm sorry for your loss, but am so sure your dad would be pleased with the daughter you have been in spite of all. Beautiful post.