I found the old post - this is a poem I wrote for the funeral.  The references to &quot;The Two&quot; are Courtney and her Grandpa and &quot;The Two&quot; that come to meet them are Courtney&#39;s Mother who died of a brain tumor and her Grandma - who we lost in 1995 to lung cancer.  I can&#39;t even read it without crying :o(<br />
<br />
The Two<br />
<br />
They walk hand in hand as they stroll through the clouds<br />
Something they could not do here.<br />
The chat as they go, the young and the old<br />
As if they hadn&#39;t a care.<br />
<br />
The little one walks, as she hasn&#39;t for years,<br />
No leg splints, no wheels, no pain.<br />
The older one walks, as he hasn&#39;t for years.<br />
He&#39;s no longer using a cane.<br />
<br />
As they stroll through the mist, four figures appear.<br />
Two tall - the others quite small.<br />
They&#39;re coming to greet them to take them home<br />
Fear not - they won&#39;t let them fall.<br />
<br />
The two dark and wee ones are bounding with glee.<br />
Two tails wag with delight.<br />
They cannot believe just who they see<br />
Coming in from the night.<br />
<br />
The two taller figures come out of the mist<br />
Reaching with arms open wide.<br />
They can&#39;t wait to meet, after so many years<br />
The two that have just arrived.<br />
<br />
The mother enfolds her child in her arms<br />
Knowing her long wait is done.<br />
The wife hugs her man as she hasn&#39;t for years.<br />
Their new time together - just begun.<br />
<br />
With love and fond memories Jennifer (Jenny)