May God bless you and your...
Staring out the window, past the sun streaked glass the sky is a beautiful blue. In my eyes its all storm grey and clouds from missen you. the tree leaves blowing the ripples in the water. Wishing one last time we could hear you holler "hey you becareful down there" were not all at our best, I hope you are at rest. The chilren screaming smiles gleaming but deep inside its a frown. we all miss haven you around. You may not be present at the time, But just remember you'll always be on our...
Merry Poferl
August 21, 2006 | Blaine, MN