I served with you at 3rd MAW El Toro in the mid-60s when you were a Major in the Marines, and visited you later as a Colonel running the Yuma Marine Corps Air Station. I didn't know your family but am deeply sorry for the tragic loss of Zetta, your wife of sixty years. Please accept my heartfelt sympathy and my strong thoughts and prayers en route to you and your family.
The words in this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye sometimes help me through those hard times of grief, sadness and loss. Perhaps they will do the same for you.
"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."
Semper fidelis, my friend
Julian “Jay” and Gale Stienon,
San Marcos CA