I lost a very good friend tonight and have another friend who is being buried at Arlington Cemetery at the end of the month both of these funerals are after the Mid-Atlantic GTG this weekend. So I offer up this poem that Dynalow put on a thread a while back:

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds tht 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 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.

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"It's normal for these things to empty your wallet and break your heart in the process."
2012 SLK 350
1987 420 SEL