The Resting Place - A Poem Honoring My Dad by Garrick Pang
On June 1, 2010, the day after Memorial Day, I went to visit my father's grave. As I sat there, I was moved to compose a poem. In it, I hope you find encouragement, comfort & peace.
The Resting Place by Garrick Pang
I went to see your resting place you have here on this earth
To hear the stories that you tell of life, of death & birth.
You shared so many tales to us, while you were still alive
Of how to dream, of how to care and do our best to thrive.
I went to see if you could give a bit more of advice
'Cause life is tough, at times is hard, and even filled with strife.
So I escaped my busy day to come and pay a visit
To sit and chat and spend some time and just to see ‘How is it?’
When I arrived I found a cross and flag placed there with care
I breathed a sigh, looked and listened but found you were not there.
You were not there to speak to me or teach with words profound
It made me sad, and even mad that you were not around.
So as I waited in the silence, getting ready to depart
I heard a voice from deep within, a place down in my heart.
I heard you speaking to my soul, in a voice as clear as day
To hear the lessons taught in life to find the better way.
For all the wisdom for which I came this day to somehow gain
Had all been given in times before through laughter, joy and pain.
I cannot any longer draw from wisdom straight from you,
But all you’d given throughout my life is now ringing so true.
So the voice now says, just stop and listen in your quiet time of rest,
And you will hear his voice so clear encouragement for the best.
So now I leave the place of rest to get back to my hurry,
But I’m now filled with peace and hope and oddly without worry.
For you did not live your life in vain as I search for what I’ve been given,
You say that life is worth each breath, it’s all in how you’re living.
So thank you dad for all you are, the man you’ll always be.
You gave me life and health and peace, because of you…I’m me.
Remembering my Dad, Ted S. Y. Pang (May 2, 1929 - May 3, 2009)
gapang777@gmail.com - 206.229.3355
Copyright © 2010. Garrick J. Pang. All Rights Reserved.
On June 1, 2010, the day after Memorial Day, I went to visit my father's grave. As I sat there, I was moved to compose a poem. In it, I hope you find encouragement, comfort & peace.
The Resting Place by Garrick Pang
I went to see your resting place you have here on this earth
To hear the stories that you tell of life, of death & birth.
You shared so many tales to us, while you were still alive
Of how to dream, of how to care and do our best to thrive.
I went to see if you could give a bit more of advice
'Cause life is tough, at times is hard, and even filled with strife.
So I escaped my busy day to come and pay a visit
To sit and chat and spend some time and just to see ‘How is it?’
When I arrived I found a cross and flag placed there with care
I breathed a sigh, looked and listened but found you were not there.
You were not there to speak to me or teach with words profound
It made me sad, and even mad that you were not around.
So as I waited in the silence, getting ready to depart
I heard a voice from deep within, a place down in my heart.
I heard you speaking to my soul, in a voice as clear as day
To hear the lessons taught in life to find the better way.
For all the wisdom for which I came this day to somehow gain
Had all been given in times before through laughter, joy and pain.
I cannot any longer draw from wisdom straight from you,
But all you’d given throughout my life is now ringing so true.
So the voice now says, just stop and listen in your quiet time of rest,
And you will hear his voice so clear encouragement for the best.
So now I leave the place of rest to get back to my hurry,
But I’m now filled with peace and hope and oddly without worry.
For you did not live your life in vain as I search for what I’ve been given,
You say that life is worth each breath, it’s all in how you’re living.
So thank you dad for all you are, the man you’ll always be.
You gave me life and health and peace, because of you…I’m me.
Remembering my Dad, Ted S. Y. Pang (May 2, 1929 - May 3, 2009)
gapang777@gmail.com - 206.229.3355
Copyright © 2010. Garrick J. Pang. All Rights Reserved.
