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.

Dear Sgt Edward Parada, Thank you for your service as an Indirect Fire Infantryman. Your 72nd birthday is in days, happy birthday. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It is Lent, and it’s spring. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

Ed was a childhood friend while growing up in Arcadia, Pennsylvania. Unlike his younger brother, Ed was one of the shyest boys in town, who turned beet red whenever anyone tried to talk to him. His special talent was throwing apples at me as I rode my bike up the road. Gone way too soon. RIP, Ed.

Dear SGT Edward John Parada, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter

Edward is buried at Saint Michaels Cemetery, Glen Campbell, Indiana County,PA.