Dennis Grindle

Grindle Family this poem by Mary Frye is what I think DeanO would be telling us.

"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 sunlight 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...

Hello Grindle families, I am so sorry for your recent loss of Dennis. I was great to meet all of you today. I wish that I could have stayed and visited with you all. I can do that anytime. You are in my prayers and my thoughts.

Lee and Leila,

I am so sorry to hear of Dennis' passing. I will be praying for you during this difficult time for you. I remember living on Caroline and having your family as such great neighbors. I teach on and live down at Ft. Benning, GA now and I really miss being back in Belleville.