This poem's not mine but i rather like it..... 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. (by Melinda Sue Pacho)
She didnt have it easy..she didnt complain..her kids learned by her mistakes, she didnt die in vain...she didnt have much, she didnt really care..whatever she had was for everyone to share..
and speaking of sharing...i am to be cremated and split up 5 ways amongst my kids..LOL.
Here lies little ol' Red, Who lived life to the fullest until she was dead! She made sure she was buried face down you know why? So the whole world could kiss that cute ass good-bye!
Never mind me. A friend of mine Joel who was also my daughter's friend died riding too fast at night on a mountain road. A year before his friend Shawn died on the mountain, hitting a van stuck in the middle of the road. His wife didn't appreciate him. I guess money was more important to her but it's too late to turn the clock back. Joel was the most fascinating man I've ever met if you consider secret missions in the military and security stants. Joel used to tease me and tell me if he told me his stories he'd have to kill me. I was told the day of Joel's funeral and could not get a flight to Montana in time for the funeral. I think I've died a little each day after that never being able to say, "Goodbye and I miss you." I have reoccurring nightmares of Joel going over the guard rail and hitting the tree. My daughter never went to his funeral either as she is in a MBA program and could not leave unless she quit the program. I think when she visits for Mother's Day, we will go to church and have our final goodbyes. Each person is so different and precious. Joel came to my home on several occasions and we talked for hours at the dinner table. Joel was a good friend to both of us. You either liked him or you didn't. I was lucky enough for him to like me as he was picky who he made friends with. But, I can get along with most everyone. I never was able to have closure and I am still hurting. I'm not going to reread this so I apologize for any mistakes in spelling and grammar. All my love to the two young young men, Joel and Shawn, who touched my life as human beings and fellow motorcyclists. -vetducgirl alias Tonya
buggerbender write: Here he lies dust to dust. Early in life following orders, did what he must
Loved the ladies one by one as a rogue in the shadows Some all alone and others with fellows
Once gave himself to another thinking life was complete But mistakes were made on both sides of that street
Always tried to do what was right Sacrificing and seeing in second hand sight While in the end it was perfectly clear He would sit in the black of night all alone, with his demons and fears
On two wheels he traveled, over the land far and long Meeting sisters and brothers along the way, sharing drink, laughter, and song
His journeys not over, nay it has just come to light For the next world is now all a rumble with the sounds of his pipes
Pity not the poor sole that dies all alone For life is what we make of if In spite of the words etched upon our stone...
Here he lies dust to dust. Early in life following orders, did what he must
Loved the ladies one by one as a rogue in the shadows Some all alone and others with fellows
Once gave himself to another thinking life was complete But mistakes were made on both sides of that street
Always tried to do what was right Sacrificing and seeing in second hand sight While in the end it was perfectly clear He would sit in the black of night all alone, with his demons and fears
On two wheels he traveled, over the land far and long Meeting sisters and brothers along the way, sharing drink, laughter, and song
His journeys not over, nay it has just come to light For the next world is now all a rumble with the sounds of his pipes
Pity not the poor sole that dies all alone For life is what we make of if In spite of the words etched upon our stone...
She came into this world smiling and she left the same way.....her heart was lite....and she will see true friends...holding a piece of sweetgrass in one hand and a smile in the other...you know who you are...pity the uglys....sad for the broken halo's.....and all that befriend them
