In Memorium
of our
Unka Bill
gone to
the big meeting in the sky
February
12, 1999
We all miss our Unka in ways our words and tears
cannot express. His infectious laugh, his way with words (or is
that woids?), his mischevious sense of humor. I think the letter
below expresses many of our sentiments very well.
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.
Author Unknown
I think that's how our Unka would
want to be remembered.
If you have any cherished memories
of Unka Bill, please send them along
to me,
and I will post them here.