I remember, in his homily, <br />during the funeral mass <br />for my father in June 1979, <br /> <br />the priest solemnly said <br />we were about to commit <br />his body to the earth <br />where he will return to dust <br />whence he came from <br /> <br />and exhorted us to pray <br />that God accepts his soul <br />and grant him eternal rest, <br /> <br />consoling us that his <br />memory will live in the hearts <br />of us he left behind, <br /> <br />which, after years of going, <br />rain, shine, or anything to <br />the cemetery since then, <br /> <br />evoke second thoughts in me: <br />why go to the cemetery <br />every All Souls Day <br />when what remains there is dust, <br />why not just stay at home, <br />immerse myself with reminiscing <br />the good old days with father, <br /> <br />I can not go to heaven <br />for I am not sure father is there, <br />and I don't know the way going there, <br /> <br />so I'm just here at home with memories <br />and hoping, when my time comes, <br />God takes my soul and keep it <br />with my sadly missed father's, <br /> <br />tonight I will light candles.<br /><br />Ferdinand L Quintos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-on-all-souls-day/
