STEPHANIE
APRIL 13, 1998 – MARCH 1, 2008
Stephie
was with us for almost 10 years. She'd smile when
she thought she'd done something naughty, she'd greet
you with boundless enthusiasm, she'd lick you every
chance she got, but most of all she'd warm your heart
and make every day worthwhile. She leaves a large
empty spot in our lives and hearts...we will miss
her tremendously.
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 |
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