03/02/1950 - 06/09/2020
If someone should ask for me,
tell ’em heaven is where I’ll be.
I’ve finished all my life’s chores,
and now I fish on heaven’s shores.
The view is grand and the fishing’s great,
but I yearn for you as I wait.
I’ll save a spot on the pier end,
for all those I call family and friend.
But for now head to the big blue sea
and make a cast in memory,
to all the good times that you had,
with me- your friend, your husband…your dad.
And if the fish no longer bite
or seem no longer worth the fight,
’cause it’s me that you are missin’,
don’t worry – be happy – I’ve gone fishin’.