My son left home last fall, one day
To go to a ski resort far away
He loved his work and was happy there
He made new friends who seemed to care.
One day soon after, the telephone rang
The voice on the other end literally sang
"Mama, it is so wonderful up here
I can look out my window and see the mountains so near".
A few weeks later it rang again
"Mama, I'm coming home to visit my kin".
A game of golf was lined up to play
by he, a brother-in-law and dad, on Thanksgiving Day.
The family sat down to a bounteous fare
Not knowing it would be the last time that he would be there
Later on as he left us that night
We watched until he was out of sight.
It will always be a day to remember
Not long after came that fateful December
The Jeep hit an icy spot in the road
Not very far from his abode.
When they got to him he was barely alive
but he lingered on for five days plus five.
In this time we came to realize
Just how good God is and how wise
He gave us friends we didn't know we had
And taught us how to share the good and bad.
We brought him home and laid him to rest
In a beautiful spot called Hillcrest
His friends came from far and wide
It was a comfort to have them by our side.
He is missed by his nieces and nephew, too
For he played with them as uncles do
They called him "Shamrock" he liked that name
Our lives will never be the same.
To his sisters there will never be another
That can take the place of their wonderful brother
As for dad and me - we miss him too
But we keep plugging along as he would want us to do.
The days are lonely and the nights are drear
But through my heartache and tears
I can hear - loud and clear:
"Mama - it is so beautiful up here!"