Sybil Taylor's father and mother.
credit: Sybil Taylor

Father — I will always love you. The last time that I saw you it was 2015 and you were on your way to heaven. The heavenly birds sang a lovely tune to greet you. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, your spirit lives forever. Amen.

My father, Henry Matthew Taylor, went home to be with his father. No more suffering, no more pain.

No more sadness and hurt. No more cancer treatments and hospital care. No more crying or turning. No more sorrow, no more pain.

No more cries all night. No more morphine. No more nights of sadness. Gone on to the Glory to see the Lord, I will be loving him always.

He had gotten the diagnosis the day of his exam: colon cancer. He didn’t know the signs. We didn’t know the signs. But he knew then that he was dying. Nevertheless, he enjoyed our family. The smiles, the cheers, the laughter and the comfort. We helped him though his pain until he got too weak to fight anymore.

This was hard, but we prayed and his spirit rose. We visited him and celebrated his life everlasting. One day we will see you again. you are missed.

In loving memory of my father. No more suffering, no more pain.

Sybil Taylor is an artist and vendor for Street Sense.