If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Friday, August 26, 2011
A Tribute To My Dear Friend
A couple of days ago, I received an email that my dear friend, Gordon, had been called home to be with the Lord. I am still trying to process it. He and his wife have been true friends of 20 years. I am really grateful that his family gave all of us who loved him a chance to visit him in hospice to say goodbye and tell him that we loved him.
My dear friend was a true American hero. He and his family had been placed in the camps for the Japanese-Americans after Pearl Harbor. He had also been held as a POW at the infamous Hanoi Hilton during the Vietnam War. Yet throughout his life he remained one of the most positive people you could meet. Heaven has a bright new cheerful angel. Earth does not seem the same without him.
Here is his favorite poem. His parents hung a copy of it when they were detained in the Japanese camps. He always had a copy of it hanging in his home. Those of us who were close to him, were always given a copy of it, particularly as we went through difficult circumstances.