Crossing the Bar (1889)

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound or foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell;

When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.

June 8th, 1987, my 35 year old uncle, Ronald Barmes, made a decision to move away from this world. For many years after, June 8th was always a dreary day for me. The uncle who was 12 years older than me, and much more like a big brother, would always be missing at all the family events.

June 8th, 2005, forever changed the tone of each anniversary. Parker Leroy Haas, the son of Destin & Stacia Haas, was born.

For me, it seemed fitting that this beloved nephew, Parker, soon followed by his younger brother and my godson, Frederick Lee Haas, would arrive on a day that had only known great heartache for 18 years.

So, Wednesday, June 8th, 2011, I celebrate the wonderful bond of uncles and nephews… remembering my uncles, Ron Barmes, and Garry Jolliff, and my beautiful nephews, Parker & Freddie.

(Photos)

Uncle Ron & Darin, 1965

Uncle Darin & Parker, 2006

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