In loving memory of August Bastin.

This Father's Day is unlike any other,

Cause just last week they buried my father.

So your present this year Dad, won't be bought from a store,

Your gift is a story that means so much more.

In the small town of Saxonburg, people's lives are entwined,

"I know Augie" they'd say, "He's one of a kind".

You used your profession to help those in need,

Lending a hand, passing on a good deed.

Your sense of humor made people smile,

Everyone needs that once in awhile.

You loved your family to the very end,

And you died as you lived - everyone's friend.

A precious soul has been taken away,

Oh what I would give for one more day.

But I thank the Lord for the time I had,

To tell you that you were a super Dad.

You're with Him now in all of His glory,

Probably known as the Angel always telling a story.

I hope soemhow, someway you can see,

That you'll always be a part of me.

We had our moments, but when it's all said and done,

I couldn't be prouder to be your son.