In loving memory of our dad and grandad, Robert C. Christy, who passed away twenty-two years ago today, April 11, 1986.

Our thoughts go wandering when daylight fades to a land of long ago.

Where memory paints the scenes of old.

In the gold of the twilight glow,

We seem to see in the soft dim light

A face we loved the best,

And think of him when the suns last ray goes down in the far-off west.

Till we are all together again.