A dear friend of mine, Robert Brannon, went home to the Lord yesterday morning at the age of 51. His passing was very unexpected and left many in shock. There are not words enough to describe the impact Robert had on those who knew him. He was a loving husband, father, grandfather, and brother in Christ. He is dearly loved and will be sorely missed. Henry Van Dyke wrote a poem about death called Gone From My Sight. I have modified it to fit Robert's love of flying.
I am watching from the control tower.
A plane on the ground lifts its white wings to the sky.
It is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch him until at length he hangs like a speck of white cloud on the horizon.
Then someone at my side says: “There, he is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
His diminished size is in me, not in him.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
“There, he is gone!” there are other eyes watching him coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“Here he comes!”
And that is dying.
Please keep Linda, Josh, Jessica, Angela, Anna, Becky, Rhonda, and James in your prayers.
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