Today we suffered a great loss...a wonderful woman has moved on to a greater place. She will be missed...she is missed. After it is all said and done, I cry for myself, I am selfish and I can admit that because to cry selfishly for such a great woman can't be considered wrong. I love you Patti, I miss you and I will look for you when I reach the other side (and thank you for letting me be with you until the end, a great man once told me about privilages, and if thats not a privilage and an honor than I don't know what is. Thank you for giving me what I needed...I hope I did the same for you, even in the smallest of ways.)
DO NOT STAND ON MY GRAVE AND WEEP (an Irish blessing)
Do not stand on my grave weep,
I am not there...I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamonds that glints on snow...
I am sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gental autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of the gental birds in circling flight......
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry-
I am not there...I did not die...
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