He will always be with those he loved and cared about. I will miss him terribly. When I look up to the sky and see the blazing sun that pours down upon me,,or when I sit alone and stare and feel the warmth of a hand on my shoulder, and then look to find no one there,, I'll know that you are with me. I have not died When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.
People dis- appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rain- bows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind- songs, they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.