I'll never forget the first time I met Bud. His first words to me were "Let me see your bank book". From that day on he has always picked on me & I will miss that.
We'll miss you Bud!</b></font><br><br>
I hope this poem comfort you the way it for me.
Do not stand by my grave & weep, I am not there...I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripped grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there...I did not die.
May God enfold you in his embrase and watch over you in this time or sorrow.</b></font><br><br>