Robert E. Behling
Hissing, spitting crackling
like an iron over a dancing flame,
the equipment shows him how to breathe,
the way he showed me how to do just about everything.
I watch his chest rise and fall,
In and out, in and out, in ... like his memory in the past year.
Towards the end, the man who changed my life just by living,
struggled to make change after buying coffee.
It's hard to admit that he wasn't who I grew up knowing,
Yet his decline most influenced my future.
He taught me to be proud,
of my heritage, my character, and my passions.
As he left this life, he led the way
for me to follow, so that I might lead.
My angel left this world,
but not before empowering me to change it.
like an iron over a dancing flame,
the equipment shows him how to breathe,
the way he showed me how to do just about everything.
I watch his chest rise and fall,
In and out, in and out, in ... like his memory in the past year.
Towards the end, the man who changed my life just by living,
struggled to make change after buying coffee.
It's hard to admit that he wasn't who I grew up knowing,
Yet his decline most influenced my future.
He taught me to be proud,
of my heritage, my character, and my passions.
As he left this life, he led the way
for me to follow, so that I might lead.
My angel left this world,
but not before empowering me to change it.
The first few lines refer to gullet making, a type of traditional Belgian cake. The process of making gullets has been passed down through generations. Papa gave me his gullet iron before he got sick. He wanted to make sure that the tradition continued, and I am honored to do so.
May God guard and bless those who defend and protect our freedom.
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