In Loving Memory of
David Beaulieu
August 12, 1958 - March 26, 1998
Fly, Davey, Fly
Fly my son fly,
To faraway galaxies on high.
To holy temples where angels sing,
Around the throne of God our King.
You always had a passion to fly,
Your dad and I always wondered why.
Your job in the Navy took you on high,
As you flew in P3's across the sky.
Fly to the end of the rainbow my child,
Is there really a pot of gold in a pile?
Do the clouds taste like cotton candy there?
Do the raindrops smell like jasmine fair?
When you left this earth six years ago,
We told you "to fly, go ahead go."
It hurt so bad to see you suffer,
But letting you go was even tougher.
Love was the key to setting you free,
No matter how painful it was to be.
I knew in my heart you wanted to go,
Jesus was calling, the room was aglow.
With angels just waiting to take you on high,
Go my son Davey, go on to fly.
We'll always love you and forever you'll be,
Alive in our hearts and our memories.
When I see a shooting star in the black night,
I know that it's you Davey going on a flight.
Saying "I love you mom and now I am free.
to follow my dreams and my destiny".
"Fly, Davey, Fly"
Always and Forever
Loved
Mom and Dad
Thank you to my dear friend, Rosemary, for creating the wonderful background
and the main photo for David's special page.
