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Sweeny

Sweeny and I first became room mates, father and son, or my little man about 7 months after my wife pass on.  He became my reason for living and my inspiration to go on.  11 years later, Vera, Spirit (his brother) and I are heart broken, but also are so very thankful for the time we had with the Sween.  We miss you dearly baby boy.

 When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
  to put another flower on a pillow.
 A bird gives the message back to
    the world, and sings a silent prayer
     that makes the rain cry. People dis-
         appear, but they never really go away.
    The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
        earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
        can see them dancing in a cloud during
       the day-time, when they're supposed
    to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
     bows and also the sunsets and make
 waves splash and tug at the tide.
         They toss shooting stars and listen to
  wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
     miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
   - Ashley