Tuesday, April 8, 2003
You are in my prayers and thoughts now. Please let me share a poem of comfort with you. It gives me peace to know that we live as long as someone remembers us and each of you daughters will always remember Bill as a fine father and a wonderful friend. I send my love as well.
The poem is entitled THERE IS NO DEATH, author unknown:
There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go--
You call it death--we, immortality.
You call it death--this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth--the soul at last set free.
\'Tis hampered not by time or space--you weep.
Why weep at death? \'Tis immortality.
Farewell, dear voyageur--\'twill not be long.
Your work is done--now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds--they will live on.
This is not death--\'tis immortality.
Farewell, dear voyageur--the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death--there\'s immortality.
Love, Linda and Joel
