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    “I hear a voice you can not hear. Which says I must not stay. I see a hand you can not see. Which beckons me away.”

    The only thing you take with you when you’re gone is what you leave behind
    — John Allston

    There is more peace somewhere.
    There is more peace somewhere.
    I’m gonna keep on ’til I find it.
    There is more peace somewhere.
    — African American Hymn

    I cannot think of them as dead who walk with me no more;
    along the path of life I tread they but are gone before.
    — Fredrick Lucian Hosmer

    In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.
    In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.
    In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.
    In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.
    In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.
    In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.
    When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.
    When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.
    When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.
    So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.
    — From Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Riemer

    “Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here. Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go. Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.” ~Pueblo Blessing ~

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    W.H. Auden

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Tate, Albert “Bert” Milner Jr.

January 1, 1941 – December 21, 2020
bert Milner Tate, Jr. passed away peacefully on December 21, 2020, at his home in Austin, Texas. He was born on January 1, 1941, in Waco, Texas to Albert Milner Tate, Sr. and Martha Louise Sansing Tate.

Bert grew up in Marlin, Texas. He graduated from Marlin High School where his father was the superintendent. He played the trumpet, ran track, played basketball, and excelled as a running back for the Marlin Bulldogs.

He attended Baylor University on a full scholarship to run the football for the Bears. He was a member of the Tryon Coterie, also known as Try-C, the oldest men’s social club at Baylor. The day after graduation in 1963, Bert married his college sweetheart, Patricia Loessin, in Eagle Lake, Texas. They were happily married for 57 years.

Bert studied dentistry at Baylor Dental College in Dallas, Texas. He earned his DDS and continued his studies for an MSD in pediatric dentistry. He began his dental practice in Austin, Texas in 1969. He is respected as the forebear of the modern approach to preventative children’s dentistry in Austin. He thoroughly enjoyed working with children, many of whom eventually had children of their own who became his patients.

When he was not making smiles brighter, Bert loved standing in a trout stream with his fly rod, always determined to catch and release every trout within casting distance before moving upstream.

Bert was preceded in death by his parents and Pat’s parents, Herbert Henry Loessin and Anna Studlar Loessin.

Bert is survived by his wife, Pat; his son, Drew (Misty); his son, Trent (Jessica); and his son, Herbert (Nikki). He will also be remembered by his grandchildren, Drew, Jax, Libby, Emily, Anna, and Lila Jane, who called him Papa. He is also survived by Pat’s sister, Evangeline (Elbert) Whorton, and their daughters, Lalise (Greg) Mason, Anna (Gordon) Duff, and their children, Ian, Allen, and Helen; his cousin, Bill (Betty Anne) Sansing; and other relatives.

Bert will always be remembered by many friends and a loving family. He was never happier than at family gatherings surrounded by his children and grandchildren. Such a good family man and kind person is rare to find.

A funeral service will be held at Hyde Park Baptist Church, 3901 Speedway, Austin, Texas on Wednesday, December 23, 2020 at 2:00 p.m. Live Stream Link: http://www.hpbc.org/livestream.

In lieu of flowers the family requests memorial donations be made to Hyde Park Baptist Church and The Helping Hand Home.

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