Upon life’s road there are mile markers, where we can
Become stranded for a while.
These times, we lose our bearings, trying to get going in our
It’s kind of like 45 years ago, when as a nation we did weep
For the sudden shock — a president killed. Would our
Innocence truly keep ?
Two such markers stopped us dead in the tracks of life as
We then knew,
And led us here to grieve and grow — to rejoin the journey,
These two mile markers were the deaths of our sweet
Mother and dear dad.
Life marched on in its own parade, with a hurt that kept us
These two mile markers are not the end of the path that we
Each must trod,
But become faith spots to regain our trust as we’re
Marching forth to God.