Country Mix 1 Vince Gill - 'Go Rest High On That Mountain' | Vince Gill

After 10 years, Pop, I still miss and love you every day. I look forward to seeing your smiling face again some day, in the kingdom of heaven.
Love, your youngest of 5!
P.S. I still chew my nails!

well this song was played at my papa J. R funeral(he was the my grandmas husband an the little time that I did no him he was a kind genital soul!my grand ma used to play this song!an like so many of use that like to listen to a song that reminds U of ur loved on we like to cry an in some way fill close to them!well now that song reminds me of my grandma Joyce she is diein of C.O.PD!I only pray that GOD don't let her suffer!I no its going to hurt but she will be w Jesus an J.R CROSS an the rest of our family waiting on me an the whole gang:)I luv U grandma/grand grand, no matter here or heaven !u will be greatly missed Tiffany n Elyssa

well this song was played at my papa J. R funeral(he was the my grandmas husband an the little time that I did no him he was a kind genital soul!my grand ma used to play this song!an like so many of use that like to listen to a song that reminds U of ur loved on we like to cry an in some way fill close to them!well now that song reminds me of my grandma Joyce she is diein of C.O.PD!I only pray that GOD don't let her suffer!I no its going to hurt but she will be w Jesus an J.R CROSS an the rest of our family waiting on me an the whole gang:)I luv U grandma no matter here or heaven!u will be greatly missed!love u gran gran Tiffany n Elyssa

dear gill my cousin died in the 15 day of april we played this song at his furneal thank you for writing this song;

In memory of my Dear Nephew,Jimmy Griffith. We miss you sweetie. Your Mom hurts for you,all your family does. This song was played at Jimmy's Funneral. RIP

In memory of Meredith Hope Emerson: Blood mtn. GA, Hiker
A Heartwrenching testimony of their relationsip and her Kindred Spirit:
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this is in loving momory of my papaw

Meredith Hope Emerson, loving, caring, an important part of nature, She and her dog Ella, loved the mountains and outdoors. Where the rhodendrum grow , the hemlock stand tall, and the Eagle soars, Just sitting marvelling at the appalacians; so majestic with splendor, She and Ella, playing, hiking, and bonding with love, The forest, inhabitants; birds, and deer meander, The meadows in Bucktown, will take your breath, and wild azaleas bloom, The sun rising high, the forest comes alive, the honey bees and Butterflys. Black bears just lumbering along, the birds singing mother nature’s favorite song. Hikers come from all over to hike the AT, some hike it short, some hike it long, She and Ella thought of this as a paradise, for what it’s worth, When they were one, with the earth, my only request is, and I pray, they meet on that Rainbow Bridge, entering Heaven , In nature she’ll be missed, by family, friends, and loved ones. As our somber nation prays, she was my neighbor for just

IN MEMORY OF MEREDITH HOPE EMERSON
Out on the trail, when a comrade falls, a trail angel rises.
Meredith, whose kind and loving spirit was cruelly taken from all those who knew and loved her, has joined the ranks of trail angels.
She will forever be our guide.

Because trail angels dance along the path of peace and joy forever.
Because trail angels watch over those who merely want to walk forever.
Those who simply want to live.
Those who want to live simply.
And beautifully as Meredith did.
Merediths light once illuminated the path of hundreds of friends and family members as well as among the many, many she touched along the graceful trail of her life.
The light Meredith brought us has not been extinguished.
It has risen.
It now illuminates the path of millions
Across our nation.
Around the world.
And as her light rises, we come to know its source.
A source inextinguishable.
An inner source.
It came from Merediths compassion.
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Her kindnesss
Her love of outdoors.
Her love of animals.
It now fires our love.
Our compassion.
Our resolve to live better lives.
Kinder lives.
It warms us, consoles us, unites us here and now.
And as her light rises,
It ignites in us the good of our natures.
It reveals to us the beauty of these mountains.
It fires in us a renewed joy for living, for those around us, for the walks we share today.
Her light reminds us not to wait but to love while we still can.
Now….Stop. …Listen.
Hush and truly listen.
Hear the drums?
Feel them on the wind?
Hear the human tales of triumph and sadness that echo through these vast and ancient mountains?
These are human tales, bouncing off the cliffs,
Reverberating among the high tree lines,
Following the deep gaps.
Filling our hearts.
Separateness is an illusion, my friends.
There is no me.
There is no you.
There is only We.
We of this earth.
We the one.
I am you.
You are me.
Together , we ar