Carla Cravanas-Young
In the rising of the sun and it's going down, we remember him.
In the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter, we remember him.
In the opening up buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember him.
In the blueness of the sky and the warmth of
summer, we remember him.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember him.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we
remember him.
When we are weary and in need of strength, we
remember him.
When
we are lost and sick at heart, we remember him.
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember
him.
So long as we live, he too shall live, for he is now a
part of us as we remember him.
Rest in peace my dear friend,
Carla C.