Saturday, September 19, 2015
Dear Florence, Bill, Michael, Chris and Alicia: I was so sorry to read of the passing of your father/grandfather in the paper. It is always a sad time when you lose someone but the memories of times past will recall the great times you had. I remember hearing from Michael all about the great times when you were out at the homestead in Warminster. I received this wee poem when my brother recently passed on and I thought I would send it to you as it made the sadness somewhat better for me. Hugs to all Eileen Brown I cannot say, and I will not say that he is dead. He is just away! With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It's needs must be since he lingers there. Think of him faring on, as dear in the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same, I say; He is not dead -He is just- away!
