Tear Drops on Heaven’s Roses by Blaike Emily Koca
“Home of the brave, land of the free…” A song sang by artists all over the United States of America.
Dad: “You will always be in my heart, until the day we part. Son, I don’t want to do this – I have no choice.”
Son: “Dad, why? You can’t go and “You will always be in my heart, until the day we part?”
Dad: “Son, you’ll always be in my heart and when I die, you will cry. Son, you’re my light in the sky, you’re my angel of the heaven’s you’re my everything. And when we meet again in heaven, you will no longer be in my heart, you will be in my presence.”
Announcer: “Flight 1247, now departing.”
Son: “Dad, no! Don’t go!”
Dad: [holding tight] “I have to, it’s my duty to this country.”
Son: “What if you don’t come back?”
Dad: “I will always be watching you. In your time of need – I will be there. When you just won a baseball game, look up into the stands – I will be watching. When you graduate – I will be watching. We will always be looking up into the same sky. We will always be looking at the same moon and stars. We will always be looking into the same sun.”
Son: “Dad, I love you.”
[a moment of silence and tears.]
Dad: “Son, no. Goodbye is forever. I will see you later. I love you always, remember that.”
Tear Drops on Heaven’s Roses
A son, Andy, he is 19. In his last year of high school. He stands 5’9”. Brown, wavy hair and blue eyes, just like his father. Andy was one to never cry and when he did – well, it was rare. He was the quiet, understanding type. When he was 3, his mom died of cancer and since then it’s just been Andy and his father, Allen.
Allen is in the military and planned to never get sent off to war. Andy was in 4th period. Science. Wednesday the 17th. He was called to the office. When he got there, right before his eyes was his father, Allen. Dressed and ready for battle. Appearing in his surroundings were the 2 school secretaries and 1 counselor, all were crying.
Allen took Andy but the shoulders and said, “Son, come with me.” They got to the airport. And Allen and Andy had the conversation you read before the story began.
[if you know anyone in the military, or was in the military, take a moment to pray for them]
Allen was gone 9 months. June 28th, Andy was home alone and got a phone call telling him his father had gone up to heaven and is watching over him right now. They will be shipping his body home.
Allen’s funeral was July 4th, 2004. Fireworks blasted. Women sang. Americans cried. Music was played. Flags rose. God was in presence. Food was served. At 9:17 pm, guns were shot, the time Allen was killed. Andy read the conversation he had with his dad before he left.
The tear drops on heaven’s roses only make us stronger. Times are hard, you always have that someone looking over you. When you look up into the stars, sun and moon – know you’re not the only one…
God Bless America