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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

Cory
Meier

Roy
Lilley
God
looked around His garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful He always takes the best.
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids And whispered "Peace be thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you But you didn’t go alone, For part
of us went with you
The day God called you home.
.......................................
Grandma Bertha Mohr.................Grandma
Elsie Leitch

Your
Paws Left FootPrints on Our Hearts...
Our
hearts still ache in sadness, and secret tears still flow,
What it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.


Munchkin
My Beautiful Fuzzy Little Boy
I Miss You...

Rufus
"Pretty Boy"