So glad he's not working hard to breath anymore.
He was for the most part a farmer, but of course had to supplement with other jobs. However, as age changes things, he rented out the hard labor crop of tobacco and raised his cattle and became an avid gardener. He loved going through the seed catalogs and finding unusual and different things that had not been raised in our area. By the time he added flowers to keep the bugs away and simply for the beauty, he had a gorgeous garden. Also, because he ended up raising so much due to trying everything, we always said he raised enough to feed our (rural) community. Unfortunately, back then we didn't take pictures of everything and don't have a picture of any of his gardens.
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you 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 bethine’.
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.