In Memory of Roy Wilson Webster (October 1, 1921-January 4, 2010)

I read the note once again

Written by hard working hands

For a job that took hours

With love, no charge-Dad

We gathered in the room of Mom and Dad

The one they married in many years ago

Within their old country home

Memories of Dad flooded us all

Hospice stated it would not be long

His eighty-eight years would soon end

We stayed close to his side

Holding his hand, wanting to hold it forever

Scriptures we read softly

One after the other with tears flowing

From the Old Testament through the New

Our minds, hearts, and souls seeking peace

Then, there were the final thank-yous

I thanked him for my teaching degree

My younger sister her mechanic skills

And my older sister for the move back home

With the last thank you and kiss

He took his last earthly breath

His spirit left this world

To be with the Master Fixer

He was the best man we knew

Always there for us no matter what

Loved his country and his flag

And loved us every minute of the day

Every place we turn and look

We see his special care and touch

The Fixer we called him

And his legacy lives on

His children will make sure

And his grandchildren and great-grandchildren too

Knowing their roots and wings

Grew because of one humble and inspiring man

Now, he is hearing from The Greatest

With love, no charge