Andrew Varick STOUT III

One year of bitter grief Does not belie my belief You tend your plants from above And roam the land you love I know that you're not here I pretend as if you were, I make meals for us to share I sit across an empty chair Some days are filled with sorrow But I have hope for tomorrow, I try to sing and shout To keep reality out I have not yet acquired The peace of mind required To face the certainty Of life's finality Closure is a myth, some claim It fails to alleviate...

Seven months since you have past Lingering pain still holds fast Pictures of you everywhere Reminds me that you are aware For your gaze says you see all Of my struggles not to fall Into that dark and cold space Devoid of God's warmth and grace Let me weep for I still yearn For your touch and deep concern And our walks with hands entwined To follow our path throughout time I miss you Your loving wife, Josephine

He was the greatest man I ever knew. He was my dad. To me he was flawless. I was always in awe of him. He was poised and prepared. Clean and polished. He was tall and lean. He could cast a perfect fly. In fact fly fishing was the one activity that I witnessed him truly relaxed. His body was fluid with the rod- I would watch in envy as the line would land perfectly flat and the fly would follow and arrive on the water without a ripple. I pray that he is in the one place that gave him true...

Andrew scattered among tall pines, Nurtures the earth with love that binds, Lulled by fragrant winds and warm light, And romping deer and birds in flight. Here, we walked not too long ago, Through summer rain and winter snow, Wait for me, I won't be long Ebbing time will set free our song If not then, then when God wishes, We'll come home like spawning fishes, Love in my heart is there for you, Until then, color my life blue.

Sincere condolences to family and friends of Andrew Stout, a true warrior in the fight to save the Atlantic salmon.

Requiescat in pace amica meus! Ave at que vale!