I miss you today
But I miss you every day
Since you went away
But sometimes my mind
In preservation thinks you are fine
Just at home where we last spoke
Before the phone call when my heart broke
Though many events unfolded that morn
Somehow my soul knew you were on your way HOME
Not the temporary place we are passing through
But the eternal home with the Maker and the Saints
Though I miss you today
And every minute to come
I could never selfishly call you back from home
You are free , fully healed and at peace
So for now I will treasure the lessons and memories
And keep missing you each moment
And some moments I cry
But I also rejoice in hope
Because soon we will reunite in the blink of an eye
Stabbing Windmills 