THE WALL OF FACES

Never think that someone doesn't care. I was a completely empty headed and frivolous at the time--however, from the moment I heard about your death, grief made me no longer frivolous but a person who thought and felt more deeply. My sorrow overwhelmed me.
You are profoundly missed.

Claire

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.

Mary Frye – 1932

Richard C AIIen
Rowland Avenue, Mayfair

His wisdom is consumed in confidence, wrote a senior classmate in Abraham Lincoln High School’s 1961 yearbook. Six years later, Allen was an Army helicopter pilot who had flown more than 125 Vietnam combat missions in eight weeks for the 116th Assault Helicopter Company of the 25th Division. The 24-year-old first lieutenant had gone onto Pennsylvania State University after graduating from Lincoln, where another classmate described him as well known, real pleasant. He was engaged to be married when he died in November 18, 1967, and, was survived by his parents.
... from The Philadelphia Daily News