And Through the Fog I see your Soul

Never lost or forgotten; you were always there

Perhaps misplaced like a favorite pen or a worn address book

Taking a more fervent search to locate

At times more patience or diligence or even a special secret code would help me to locate my beloved father

Others did not know that it only took the touch of your comforting hand or the warmth of your smile to find you

Never far, I could simply peer into your smiling brown eyes find you

Heaven’s very light danced in your brown eyes

Your loving tenderness never stolen by that butcher of memory that persecuted your precious mind

Your devotion to my mother and to your church could not be tainted by the disease

It mattered not that you had webs that slowed the memories in your mind, forgetting who you were or why you could not recognize your home; we could still summon our father’s love with a warm embrace or just by being in your beautiful presence

I could see the smile of Jesus Christ and feel the embrace of God just by holding your hand; you never failed me, not even once. Even in your broken condition, you continued to give me strength and courage

You gave me the gift of love and grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and I marveled at the sweet love you continued to speak of for our mother like a smitten young boy up until the very end of your earthly journey

The tools of faith and patience and love helped to cut through the fog that consumed you

And through the Fog, I could see your soul

James 1:12~ “Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love HIM

In memory of James Louis Allen 12-19-1930 to 10-12-2015

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