A HOPI PRAYER ~ 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 sunlight on the ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry: I am not there, I did not die. |
Wonderin' Sartre of Yiil Yiin December 5, 1990 - October 16, 2001 |
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Sartre...the last of our Afghan Hounds; Cleo, Monki and Blue are there waiting for you. Owned and loved by John and Elise, we will miss you sweet boy... ~ B. Elise Farrar ~ |
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Friends, Today P.J. passed from this world; her journey here completed. P.J.'s death was gentle, and peaceful. She died surrounded by her sons, her sister, and myself. Mourn her not, as she is free of a body that no longer served her. Remember her as she was, a loving wife, a wonderful mother - your good friend, my best freind. Pat Grause December 30, 2001 |
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