In Loving Memory Of BLAINE LEWIS GERRISH Husband and Father June 4, 1956 – March 2, 2006 Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. Whatever we were to each other; that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way, which you always used. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind? Because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for you, for an internal somewhere very near around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before, only better. Infinitely happier and forever. We will all be one, together with Christ. We will be together forever. I love and miss you every day. Your loving wife, Lisa Being a father is more complicated than we imagine, because there is no one like you. No one can take your place here on Earth, for you were distinctly unique. Your perseverance brought us through the tough times and your happiness made each day go by much easier. But most of all, it was your love that affected us the most, for if you didn’t have such a caring, loving heart, we wouldn’t have made it. Raising us kids probably wasn’t the easiest thing, but you worked with mom and did a great job. You’ve made such an impact on our lives and we all miss you so much. Each day that goes by is harder on us, but each day also brings us a day closer to seeing you. Your presence will always be with us and we will always remember you. For each new hunting season that rolls around we will remember to look for the big buck. Dad, we love you so much and miss you. Nathan, Aaron, Christopher, Cory and Jessica God looked around His garden, and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the Earth, and saw your tired face. He put His arms around you, and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful; He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain. He knew you would never get well on Earth again. He saw the road was getting rough, and hills were hard to climb, so He closed your weary eyelids, and whispered, “Peace be thine.” It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn’t go alone, for a part of us went with you, the day God called you home. Sadly missed and loved, Your loving “Morse” family
BLAINE LEWIS GERRISH
