Posted by: Andy | March 5, 2011

2 Years Gone but Never Forgotten

Dad, 2 years ago almost to the hour, you were taken from us way too early. 

We miss you tremendously,  but you continue to live on within us and our children and

remain in our hearts.

I found this poem and wanted to dedicate it to you:

Mario Acuña

“God’s Garden”

God looked around His garden and He found an empty place.

He then looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you, And lifted your to rest.

God’s garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew

That you were suffering, he knew you were in pain. He knew that

You would never Get well on earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb.

So he closed your weary eyelids, and whispered “Peace be Thine”

It broke our hearts to lose you, But you didn’t go alone. For part of

Us went with you the day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories, Your love is still our guide. And though we cannot

See you, You are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken, And nothing is the same, But as God calls

Us one by one, our Chain will link again.

We love and remember you always,  Your “Martita”

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  1. Marta,

    What a beautiful poem and so appropriate.
    Hope you are doing OK. I know it is hard. It will always be hard but it does soften a little with time.
    We all miss your dad. He was a big part of the Smith family lives especially after the death of our husband and dad.
    I try to remember the good times~how the two of them rigged the games and wired everything. There are probably wires in the two Claxton Place houses that no one will ever know about or know what they are for if they find them.
    Take care and enjoy your little ones.
    Thinking of you. Karen

  2. Hello,

    Your poem touched me very much. My husband died of MM in October of 2010 and like your father he suffered very much. Chemo is so hard on the person who is trying to get better. We kept hoping to the end that he would be able to have a bone marrow transplant. However, God had other plans. Like the author of the poem, I feel that my husband is with me each day and I feel grateful that I had him for the time I did. I plan to send the poem to the children.


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