WillyJ I knew you were a good guy from the first time I read one of your Nyquil/Corn posts years ago. (even though it was that start of you taking away my #1 DIS ranking

) From reading your recent posts I could tell you are an exceptional son. I still miss my protector, my friend, my hero, my mother and it’s been 8 years. She was a fighter all of her life right up until the end. My father died in a tragic accident falling off of a roof when I was 3 years old, my brothers were 5 and 7 years old. She sacrificed everything for us, never going out, never buying anything nice for herself. Always making sure we had everything the other neighborhood kids had. Taught us how to do everything from throwing a mean curve ball to hanging wallpaper. Always steering us in the right direction in life. I do still miss her but I always smile and get a warm feeling inside of my heart when I think about her. I am sure you will too. (thinking about your mom not mine

) Sorry for your loss. Prayers to you and your family my friend.
The funeral guy read this poem at my mother’s grave. (it didn’t help.. I still wept)
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - 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 sunlight 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 night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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