John Morey

Feb 16th 1951 -- Oct 21st 1992

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on 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!
                                 -Author Unknown

Dad like to fish and hunt
He was there when i shot my
first deer,He would always get
excited when hunting season came.
He is sadley missed..