Friday, April 30, 2010
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
(Prayer of the Makah Indians)
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Uncle Chuck had the what I think of us as the classic Hajduk twinkle in this eyes. You always knew he was up to something to make people smile. At one the family reunions I was lucky enough to be at with my family, he brought a truckload of rockets and fireworks to delight both young and old. Everyone marveled over the sights. We'll miss your antics but are thankful for the time we could share together.
May memories of his life bring confort to all in this time of grief.
Love,
Lisa
