Papa Harris

He always had a smile….

….and one of the biggest hearts.

He loved horses….fishing….Nascar….and a cold beer on a hot day.

When someone needed help, he never hesitated.

He was honored to serve his country in the Navy….

….and after retiring from the military worked as a butcher.

He was an excellent cook….I loved his fried rice.

And without a doubt, he loved his family.

Tonight our hearts are broken….

….we love and miss you Papa.

(Papa with my girls on Father’s Day, June 18, 1995)

Robert Carl Harris

July 5, 1939 ~ June 23, 2012

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep,

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the Diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle Autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there ,

I did not die