I sought my soul,
but my soul I could not see.
I sought my God,
but my God eluded me.
I sought my brother
and I found all three.
My heart is heavy – knowing that
(in this life)
I will never see Ray again.
He was such a blessing to me
(as are all of my Caldwells!).
However, I have joy in my heart –
knowing that Ray is no longer suffering
and he is truly Home.
God bless him.
God bless the Caldwells.
Before Ray was wounded in Korea (and later in Vietnam), his sister Elizabeth would send Care Packages to this brother in the Marines (as she had with two other brothers – one in the Marines, who died in Korea — and another Navy brother who came home safely, only to die in later years with cancer).
Brothers and sisters – a very close-knit Caldwell family. Fun, lively, witty, honest, hard working, and mischievous brothers and sisters — my aunts and uncles – with a strong strong loving bond with one another. There were twelve of them (12 full brothers and sisters – and four half-brothers and sisters). Now there are three. God bless them.
This snapshot was taken in 1955 when Ray was convalescing and healing in a military hospital. He always had that smile – no matter the circumstances. I’ll always remember that smile . . . always . . .
When Ray enlisted in the Marines and was immediately in ‘the thick of it,’ his sister Elizabeth wrote a short poem and mailed it to him.
He fights across the ocean blue,
For all the things we hold true.
He is just one among thousands there.
But our love goes with him everywhere.
And in our humble hearts we pray
God bring him safely through today.
May 22, 1932
October 28, 2009
Because I could not stop for Death
by Emily Dickinson
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For his civility.We passed the School, where Children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us
The dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my gown
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the GROUND
The roof was scarcely visible
The cornice in the ground.
Since then ’tis centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the DAY
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.