An Epitaph by Regina Gibson

Leroy is my name.
Trucking was my passion.
I trucked to be free.
Free to be me.
All I ever wanted was to be me.
Why are people so afraid of being who they are?
People would have you believe that I was troubled and hard hearted.
My family could tell you different.
I came to a truck stop in my life.
Everything put on hold.
This is where my life took a turn in the road to a higher highway.
This highway took me to God.
He told me I wasn’t a criminal, but someone who deserved
God’s seal of approval.
He showed me love in the simpleness of a flower.
He showed me that I was loving, giving and selfless toward others in
my darkest hour.
I ask you, how does a man actually know when he is going to die?
You know through the glow in your eye, with the transformation of becoming pure and real, then hearing God’s voice telling you it’s ok to come home.

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