Anonymous
Terry, You were a good friend growing up and you will be missed by many. Even though I haven't seen you in a few years, I can still picture that smirk on your face and can still hear the laughter in your voice. We are all comprised out of energy and for that you will be with us always.
I believe this poem describes it well.
Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s 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 forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
Your Friend, Dave##imported-begin##Dave Cook##imported-end##