We loved him so and now he's gone
With the memory of him lingering on.
He's gone from us down here below
But he's in heaven we all know.
Life down here, it's becoming clear,
Is not the same without him near.
Yet, somehow, we feel that he is here
To touch the hearts of those so dear.
Our hearts are sad, and we feel the blow,
As we long for the company we used to know,
With his gentle smile, and his whistle low,
We ache inside, and we miss him so.
Nolan L. Julian
1974