Dear Estelle and family, How to express the sadness in words; except now you have your own special angel watching over you. This was a comfort when I lost my folks.
This poem is a favorite of mine:
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am gentle autumnal rain.
When you waken in the morning hush,
I am the soft 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.
I am sure that Bernie and Gene will enjoy each other again.
Do you realize I worked at Korvette from 1953 till I was married in 1960. Such tender years when I learned about work and business for the rest of my life.
George and I extend our deep condolences, and pray full thoughts,