You see, my father taught me that even our most profound losses are survivable. And that is it, is what we do with that loss - our ability to transform into a positive event. That is one of my fathers greatest lessons. Miss you forever my Pops

You held my hand when I was small you caught me when I fell You are the hero of my childhood and my later years as well And every time I think of you my heart still fills with pride Though I will always miss you dad I know your by my side In laughter and in sorrow in sunshine and in rain I know your watching over me until we meet again 🤍

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 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