Steven R. Moyle

So sorry for your loss Pat.
Sending Loving thoughts ,prayers and Hugs your way.
Love you,Eric and Renate


Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye:
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 circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at...