Lucille
Bill was a real trooper. He bore his health issues and his lonely times without complaint. The poem below expresses his view on his immortality. May he rest in peace with his Mother, Father, and brother Gerald. 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 Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye