Happy heavenly 60th birthday Del, you are so missed.
And one day, you will watch as the leaves slowly say goodbye to the tree. And whilst the tree may weep a little, it knows how much power there is in letting go.
Grief is the leaves.
I am the tree.
And I’m here.
I will always be here.
(Becky Hensley)

Happy heavenly 60th birthday Del, you are so missed.
And one day, you will watch as the leaves slowly say goodbye to the tree. And whilst the tree may weep a little, it knows how much power there is in letting go.
Grief is the leaves.
I am the tree.
And I’m here.
I will always be here.
(Becky Hensley)

Missing you Del, always in our hearts.

Forever autumn, on what would be your 60th Del.

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year

Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now…

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.