how can a Mountain be removed and you not miss it?...
how can it stand in the midst - being of considerable magnitude - And you not admire its splendor?
It's BEAUTIFUL. It's beauty is undeniable.
My Father was such a Mountain...
A man who, for anyone who knew him, stood massively greater than all the hilltops surrounding him
- his Conviction | his Integrity
- his Stature | his Strength
- his Passion | his Humor
ALL stood alone.
And though I shed tears, I am not forever saddened
I realize... ... I am encouraged!
... though my Mountain has been removed...
I'm thankful that his lineage has been passed on...
... Passed on to his children; his children's children; And their children after them
Yep... I am encouraged And forever grateful because I am John Coffey
I wrote and read this piece at my dad's Service.
At the end of the reading EACH of his children | his grandchildren | and his great-grands - one by one - ;the eldest child (my brother Lamarr) to the youngest great-grandchild... stood to their feet AND proudly proclaimed "I am John Coffey"
THEN something surprising and totally unplanned happened... other family members, and family friends, rose to their feet - one by one - and repeated the same!... ... it was an unexpected very moving and very deserving tribute to my dad. rip Daddy
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