Over the years at
Andrew’s parties
I spent just a
short time talking with you
And found out you
were a Cowboy
You wore your
boots and cowboy hat
I learned that
was you and that was that
I’m sorry I never
got to know you better
So this is why I
write this letter
The BBQ for your
48th birthday was planned
Up at Sanderston,
your little piece of land
You face as you
rode around on your quad bike
Was pure joy to
watch as you raced about!
All your dearest
friends and family
Gathered there to
be with thee
Though only 48
years had passed
‘Twas such a
shame to be your last
We sat around to
celebrate your life
Though sadness
was present there too
Your pale drawn
face was plain to see
We could not
mistaken be
After all that loud
company had fled
And you were
taken off to bed
Relaxing before
your warming fire
I was blessed to
look into your head
For your books
and movies there collected
Were many the
same and as I reflected
I realized how
close akin your choices were
My heart was
hurting, my mind a whirr
So similar was
your dear movie list
With those I’d
watched and loved and missed
We watched “A man
Called Horse” that night
I was so upset at
your plight
If only I had
known you better
If only you would
just get better
But Dear God’s
plan for you was yet
Up in heaven
among the red sunsets
I imagine you in
your cowboy gear
On your horse
ranch and every tear
That flows for
your dear memory
Is wiped away by
your treasury
Of your dear
sweet family’s pictures
And thoughts and
good cheers
As you ride that
horse trail through the years
And beside you up
in the heavens above
Surrounded by
sweet Jesus’ love
Our Dear Christ is
reminding us
Your price was
paid and dearly bought
Heaven is where
you are to be sought
In memory of
Christopher Richard Hill
‘Lakota’ to his
closest friends
Loving son of
Dorothy and the late Clarrie
Loving brother of
Andrew and Jeanine
Loving uncle and
great uncle
22nd
May 1962 – 7th September 2010
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