Robert Belville, February 17, 1943-July 2, 2020
Last night, in the company of his girls, Bob peacefully slipped the surly bonds of earth and touched the face of God. He was diagnosed with cancer in 2018, and had many good days to spend with people and activities he loved. His decline accelerated in the last few weeks, and we are grateful for visitors, meals, hospice caregivers, and love expressed in so many ways. He will be so missed by so many. No decision yet on services given the covid situation.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.