To my brother........

Words can not express how much I love you. Being close in age, we grew up doing everything together. As we grew older we took our separate ways, but you were always there for me. I knew I could always count on my brother. You were there to pick me up when I fell and guided me to take the right path. Always encouraging me and looked out for me. You are the one I always looked up to. I am so proud and blessed to call you "my brother." You will forever be in my heart. With all my love big brother, I will dearly miss you. Little Sis

I want to share this very special poem that our mother truly loved.

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 autumn 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 cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.

Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye