THE WALL OF FACES

We all miss you. I know Bill most of all. I do too. You listened when I needed a shoulder.

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 sun 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.

As long as you are remembered you will never die....

Lance Corporal John Alan Abrams, Served with Company I, 3rd Battalion, 26th Marine Regiment, 3rd Marine Division, Third Marine Amphibious Force.

Just before you departed for Viet Nam you spent some of your very short time to visit us in Missouri. You had to come by to play catch with me and my brother. It wad such a simple act and so selfless. I love you and always remember that day with joy. I hope you got the baseballs I left for you at your grave and the wall.

It was a cold rainy day when we laid you to rest in Centralia. You had a closed casket so the last time I saw you was just before you left for Viet Nam. You came to our house in Missouri just to play catch with me and my brother. It was so special and I will always remember your generosity. You were going off to war and you come to play catch. I think of you often and love you very much. I hope you got those baseballs I left at your grave and at the wall.