Your laughter always brought a smile. Let them be fore you, for the empty place in your heart where I have walked. For the fears and sadness of the smallness and im- permanence of us all. But the tears won't have the last word. The sun keeps rising.
Flowers break through the snow every spring.
Babies are born and all around us New Life emerges. And I, too, continue. I have been privileged to touch. A friend died on June 4. His name was Jim Hagedorn, and I only knew him for a few years.