Today would have been my father-in-law’s ninetieth birthday. In honor of his birthday, I am posting a poem I wrote six years ago.   

Welcomed home by his Heavenly Father,
Last night he breathed his last breath.
My father-in-law, Bruce,
Now lives eternal, after his death.

He now walks with his Lord,
And plays heavenly pianos.
He may even joke with the angels.
Who knows?

In heaven, a cup of coffee,
May seem a bit trivial;
But his God will probably say,
Why of course, it is possible.

If asked in heaven to do
One thing or another,
He will probably still say
“I need to go ask my mother.”

His wit, charm and humor,
All around him could see,
Was certainly more important
Than a fictitious medical degree.

Nothing gave him more pleasure
Than Faith, Family and Friends;
All still should feel cherished,
His love never ends.

I cannot even begin to express
How truly blessed I have been.
Though I was not born his daughter,
He treated me like one from beginning to end.

He would call me “Doll”.
Yes – I know he probably called you that too;
But that’s just how he was,
His love, to all, through and through.

An example here on earth
Of our loving Heavenly Father to me;
A small glimpse of the Love
I will someday see.

For this truly wonderful man,
Though his life has come to an end;
His eternal reward will surely be great,
God’s love will transcend.