My son died of an overdose on 4/26/16. He was a loving son and wonderful father of two children ages 10 and 15. I read these two poems at his memorial service. Both of them are authors unknown.
When Iím Gone
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only my smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done,
Forget that I ever had a heartache
And remember Iíve had loads of fun.
Forget that I have stumbled and blundered,
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles and won,
Before the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not want you sad for a day,
But in summer, just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay.
And come in the evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me,
And remember only my best.
You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him, or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he's gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what he'd want, smile, open your eyes, love and go on.