September 7 is the 2nd anniversary of laying my daughter Crystal to rest near her grandmother’s grave in Columbus Georgia. To honor her, we visited the river bank where her friends held a life’s celebration honoring her life. We said a prayer and threw a bouquet of flowers on the river watching the tide carrying them to her “crossing the bar” to the other side.
Crossing the Bar
Alfred Lord Tennyson - 1809-1892
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have cross’d the bar.
