To the editor: In loving memory of Larry La Prade:
If my tears could build a bridge and my memories could build a lane, I’d walk right up to “Heaven’s Portals” and bring you back home again.
I’d walk down that “Golden Stairway” so I could hold your hand again. I’d stroll through that Great City, where we could be together again.
I know I can not come there now while down here on “Earth of Rome,” I know you’ll be waiting to greet me when I leave for my “Heavenly Home.”
I know through all my memories and tears, I could never bring you home again. I’ll have to wait until Jesus calls me, that moment I know not when.
I wonder what you are doing today, a place where there never comes no night, a place that’s not built by hand. It’s never been described by no man.
Its beauty has really never been told, walls of jasper and gates of pearl. Even the streets are paved with gold. A place where we’ll never grow old.
I thank God for the time He gave us together. I have all the precious memories of you. You are always so close within my heart; I feel we are never that far apart.
Well Larry, I will close for now. It’s never good-bye you see; good-byes can be forever. This is not good-bye from me.
I will see you on the other side, until we meet again.
Love you forever,
Betty La Prade
Cornelia