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.

You will forever remain in our hearts and prayers

Dear PFC Johnny Robertson, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Summer is ending. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance, and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

I miss you Uncle Johnny.
Thank you for the wonderful memories of our Sunday car rides with you and your friends and the desserts from Mr. Maxeys restaurant. He always talked about you a lot and he gave me my first hostess job in high school at his seafood restaurant. He had a lot of respect for you. I miss you and my dad a lot. Sweet & Wonderful memories.
Love your niece,
Reverend Sonya Young

Johnny Bill......Honoring you on your birthday...God Bless...You will never be forgotten.