Weep not o my child though my body has departed , your heart now is where I reside. May my memories remain fresh as the morning hue on a garden of roses. Every gust of wind from the valley down below that brushes your brow. May it remind you of the days I held you in my arms. For it was not you but my whole universe I had in my grasp. The stories I told you, the books we read, the games we played the time we spent o my child I would never trade it for any wealth or power in this world. I die a man content and thankful for the life I have lived for the family that loves me for the wisdom that I was able to share for knowing love in so many forms. For what life has taught me in different stages as a grand child , a son ,a husband , a father and a grand father. It breaks my heart to bid goodbye but my spirit is proud to live on in you. In the stories the poems the books and the things we shared. So weep not o my child though my body has departed , your heart now is where I reside.
