Why Is It Thus We Are Here And So Soon We Are Gone
Walter W. Dunwell 1941-2004
Why is it thus we are here
And so soon we are gone.
Remembering our full moon crabbing adventure on Barnegat Bay August 1985
would have been my brother Buddy's 71 birthday. I miss his physical
presence but his personality and kindness while here was so huge that he
truly has been with us all along. So many times in any given day
something he said or did will just pop into my train of thought. He is
so in our hearts, he could never be gone! Here is a picture of us when
we were kids. He has his arm around my sister Ruth Ann and I am the one
with my mom, Irene in the background, dad is taking the photograph, and David wasn't born yet.
For my older brother (Grand Pop) Buddy on what would have been his 71st birthday and the first one as a grandfather.
On The Wings Of A Dream
Yesterday I had a dream about dying About laying to rest and then flying How the moment at hand Is the only thing we really own And I lay in my bed and I wonder After all has been said and is done for Why is it thus we are here And so soon we are gone
Is this life just a path To the place that we all have come from Does the heart know the way And if not can it ever be found In a smile or a tear Or a prayer or a sigh or a song
And if so I sing for my father And in truth you must know I would rather He were here by my side We could fly on the wings of a dream To a place where the spirit could find us And joy and surrender would bind us We are one anyway Anyway we are more than we seem
There are those who will lead us Protect us each step of the way From beginning to end For each moment forever each day Such a gift has been given It can never be taken away
Though the body in passing must leave us There is one who remains to receive us There are those in this life Who are friends from our heavenly home So I listen to the voices inside me For I know they are there just to guide me And my faith will proclaim it is so We are never alone
From the life to the light From the dark of the night to the dawn He is so in my heart He is here he could never be gone Though the singer is silent There still is the truth of the song
Yesterday I had a dream about dying About laying to rest and then flying How the moment at hand Is the only thing we really own
And I lay in my bed and I wonder After all has been said and is done for Why is it thus we are here And so soon we are gone Why is it thus we are here And so soon we are gone Words and music by John Denver