Alec A. Demeter Aug. 5th 1922 - July 6th 1999 |
Dad , There is not a day that goes by that I am not thinking about you. Although I am slowly learning to live life without you, I miss you so much, and there is a part of my heart that is missing forever. I miss our shared love for your grandchildren, our early morning talks, our enthusiasm for science, especially space exploration. I miss the old days , your pancake breakfasts, hiking in the woods, fishing at the lake, toboganning in the snow, your kiss good night. You taught me so much Dad. I am so thankful we had that final day to say all the things that we needed to say to each other. And thank you Dad for the dream up at the cabin. I know you are ok. You are our guardian angel now and I feel your presence often. When I take out the telescope and view the stars, I remember our planet, and know we will meet again. Love Sue |
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep, I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumns rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Author Unknown. |
Midi playing "By The Sea" (c) 2000 Bruce Deboer Used with permission www.mp3.com/BruceDeboer |