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 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.

As long as you are remembered you will always be with us.

Dear Grandpa,
I never met you, my mama did but she was just a baby, but Gramma talked about you often to Mama and Mama tells me those stories. You look a lot like Mama and my little sister (Valeria) or I guess they looks a lot like you. I wanted to thank-you. Thank-you for everything. I wish I could've of met you or that your family would've wanted to meet Mama, Valeria and me. I think you would be very proud of Mama she's the most amazing person on Earth (forgive the bias but it's true) and Valeria is the most amazing artist.

Love, your sixteen year-old granddaughter (my birthday's also in January)

Technical Sergeant Douglas Ray Anderson, Served with the 12th United States Air Force Hospital, 12th Tactical Fighter Wing, 13th Air Force.

TSGT Douglas R. Anderson served with the 12th USAF Hospital, 12th Tactical Fighter Wing, 7th Air Force. On July 3, 1970, TSGT Anderson died in Binh Dinh Province, RVN, of a reported heart attack. He was 40 years-old. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org]

DEAR TECHNICAL SERGEANT ANDERSON.
FIRST, I REALLY HOPE YOUR PHOTO GETS POSTED. SOMEONE MUST HAVE YOUR PICTURE. I HAD A FRIEND FROM RICHMOND HILL. HIS BROTHER WAS KILLED A FEW MONTHS AFTER YOU. I HOPE YOU GREETED HIM IN HEAVEN. YOU HAD A HEART ATTACK, HE DIED IN COMBAT. ON THIS HOLIDAY WEEKEND OF LABOR DAY, IT IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER THOSE OF YOU WHO MAKE IT POSSIBLE FOR US TO CELEBRATE. REST IN PEACE