THE WALL OF FACES

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 sunlight 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.

Knowing I have a wonderful grandfather out there like you that I never met. I so wish I could have met you! My daughter has your eye brows!

I was thinking about you today Raymond

Just checking in in your memory

You were my 2nd cousin and Aunt Stella named you after my father, 1st Sergeant Raymond S. Kuhns, USA Retired. He was your hero. The last time I saw you I was 14 and you and your wife Debbie had just eloped. I had a crush on you even though we saw each other only a few times. I was as at
ft. Campbell KY when I got my dad's letter that you died. He was there with you. I know you are in God's arms and may God bless your family.