FUNKADELIC FRIDAYS: Remembering Dad

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HIGH FLIGHT

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter -silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence.  Hov’ring there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air . . . .

UP, UP THE LONG, DELIRIOUS BURNING BLUE

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew –

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

PUT OUT MY HAND, AND TOUCHED THE FACE OF GOD.

— John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

On June 17, 2011, my father, the Reverend Willie Gwyn, took flight and “touched the face of God”.

My father loved to quote this poem and it is fitting to use it in memory of him..

I miss you daddy.

Malinda

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