Delbert W. Boutwell
November 30, 1918 to February12, 2013
Of all the money that e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e'er I've done,
Alas! it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had,
They would wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all.
A man may drink and not be drunk,
A man may fight and not be slain,
A man may court a pretty girl,
And perhaps be welcome back again.
But since it has so ought to be,
By a time to rise and a time to fall,
Come fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.
Good night and joy be with you all.
The Parting Glass-
Traditional song of Ireland and Scotland
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Kendra what a poignant poem. I am so sorry you lost your dear father, but I gather from the poem that he had lived a wonderful and full life, not the least of which was being a great dad to you.
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Kit
Thank you Kit, my father always put his family first. He was a good son, brother, husband, father and uncle. Kendra
ReplyDeleteMy condolences. I've no doubt you will miss him terribly, but as when my mother died, I took comfort from saying to her that I was lucky to have been born her son, and you must feel that to have been born his daughter. Our parents live on in us.
ReplyDeleteClearly a wonderful man. I'm sure part of him lives on in you, Kendra. My sympathy, Kendra.
ReplyDeleteThank you, gésbi. The top photo was taken in France during the WWII. Kendra
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