B.K. Murray

Bobbie Keith Murray 1926 - 2013

B.K. Murray

By Eric Pratt

Another World War Vet has died this day,

And it may not surprise any, you say,

That a man who had lived his many years,

And sailed an ocean of glass to save so many from tears,

Should be laid in the earth, and his spirit go forward,

To his parents, he will soon have,

To the friends lost, he will soon see.

To his wife, he now holds,

And to his God, he will now rest.

And yet what he was, what he is, still remains.

A Boy Scout leader has passed this day,

And scores of boys will remember the way,

That this man shared the knowledge and skills,

To help pass them from boy to man,

Never forgetting, nor leaving behind a single scout.

A Father has died this day,

And his two children are swayed,

That a man who raised them, held them,

Who gave them all that was his, and loved them,

Should live on so strong in both their memories and hearts.

A Grandfather has passed this day,

And grandchildren he supported with uncommon charity,

Remember ways and days,

In which he showed each of them,

That each one was family, and a part of him.

Great-Grand Children he knew,

And on the floor he played with each,

Once again a child, and their spirits soared,

As he bounced each one upon his knee.

Our friend has died today,

And a friend he is in every way.

From each birthday, to every wedding day,

And to welcoming each one for extended stays,

We will miss our friend who lived his life:

A son, a soldier, a husband, a leader,

A father and grandfather,

And most of all, our friend.

He has died this day, this man, this wonder,

And once again someday, we will meet him,

As he was, as he is, as he will forever be.