Robert William Warren

Debbie;
I was sorry to read of your dad's passing. This is a poem that someone gave me when my dad passed away, it gave me some solace and I hope it does the same for you:

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into...