Did you think I would forget to come by to see you, since we can't talk on the phone?   It has been a year since I spoke to you last; it was to say good-bye.  We were on our way to bring you back home with us, when God decided to take you home with Him. Now we have come to pay our respect once again, to a man that was great and strong.  Your three daughters are here together again to tell you that they still love, respect, and miss you.  While we were at the grave site there was another funeral.  There was just one lonely pine box, no flowers, no love ones' to look on.  I said a silent prayer for the person as they lowered him into the ground.  The attendant told us he had no family.  So dad you see, we are here to visit you again, because we still love, and miss you.  You left your mark on this earth with your children, and taught them to love one another.  I thank you  for my baby sisters and brothers you gave me; after mama took us away.  So when I go to meet my Lord, there won't be a lonely pine box, with no one there to care.  I am proud to be their older sister so they can lean on me.  You've gone ahead preparing a place, so that one day all of your children will be together in heaven with you.  We know you will be there with our little baby sister rocking her, and waiting for our family reunion once again.  Although now my heart is filled with sadness;  I still have the memories, and love that you shared with me. You are in my thoughts, and prayers everyday.  So Dad "I love you," until next year, when I will say "Hello Dad."

Daddy's Hands was the song sing at my dad's funeral I finally found it. In memory of my dad Lonnie Lovett  10/22/97

by Amelia Anne 1998

For my sisters and brothers, they knew the love my dad had to give.  They  said this song fit our dad perfect when they were growing up. I was 7 years old when my mother took me away from my dad.  Thirty three years passed when
I got to know my father again.  I felt a little cheated when the Lord took him only after 8 years of getting to visit with him. I wish we had more time together. 

Daddy's Hands

I remember Daddy's hands folded silently in prayer,  And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare.  You could read quite a story in the calluses and lines.  Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. 

I remember Daddy's hands,  How they held my Mama tight,  And patted my back for something I'd done right.  There are things I've forgotten  that I loved about that man,  But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands. 

Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was crying.  Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong.  Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,  But I've come to understand,  There was always love in Daddy's hands. 

I remember Daddy's hands working till they bled,  Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed.  If I could do things over, I'd live my life again,  And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.

 Holly Dunn