THE WALL OF FACES

Harold was my penpal the short time he was in Vietnam. Little did I know that he would perish so soon. He wrote well and I am glad to have provided some relief to him while he was away from the Rez. Rest in peace, Dine' Warrior, and know you are remembered still. Your penpal Roselyn

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die

I remember Harold as a quiet and shy young man while he was a senior at Tuba City High School. I was just a freshman, but he found the time to chat with me occassionally.