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In Loving Memory
Dennis Jon Barr
9/19/40 to 8/24/13
It is hard to believe it has been a year since you went away. Looking back, I find myself missing you more each day. We will never
understand the reason
behind our untimely
goodbye. And I find myself weeping though you told us not to cry. I search for your
smiling face where the
porch was once at. I open the back door to find an empty chair in which
you always sat.
I still pick up the phone and call to talk about my day ...
Until I realize that you will not have anything to say.
I speak of you often though it hurts to say your name.
I try to tell your jokes but it is just not the same.
I miss the image of you at breakfast every Wednesday
making the fellas laugh ...
And funnier still, since us outsiders don't even know the half. I wish I had the art of storytelling you had, the knack of getting a laugh or two. Or your ability to light up a room with even just a
memory of you. Which is why the utter sadness will eventually melt away ...
Because all of the
wonderful memories will
replace the sadness
some day I remind my lil guy each night as we lay him down to bed
That Papa will watch over him as he rests his sleepy head. Telling him each day reminds me of the funny or
embarrassing things of you
Not to mention the
warmhearted and caring things, too And is the reason why nothing...ca
n replace the man you were to all who knew you.
Miss you dearly,
Audrey, Chris, Tara, Brooke, Nick, Bethany,
Nathan Teresa, Rob,
and Charlie and Many Others.
Published in The Times Reporter on Aug. 24, 2014