|Bio and Links|
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 DISAPPEAR, BUT THEY NEVER REALLY GO AWAY.
THE SPIRITS UP THERE PUT THE SUN TO BED
WAKE UP THE GRASS, AND SPIN THE EARTH IN DIZZY CIRCLES.
SOMETIMES YOU CAN SEE THEM DANCING IN A CLOUD DURING THE DAY-TIME, WHEN THERY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING.
THEY PAINT THE RAINBOWS AND ALSO THE SUNSETS AND MAKE WAVES SPLASH AND TUG AT THE TIDE.
THEY TOSS SHOOTING STARTS AND LISTEN TO WISHES.
AND WHEN THEY SING WINDSONGS, THEY WHISPER TO US,
"DON'T MISS ME TOO MUCH. THE VIEW IS NICE, AND I'M DOING JUST FINE"
I have been grave hunting and walking cemetaries for years with my dad. Most of my life actually, most summers and school breaks were strategically planned to be actually to/at an ancestoral cemetary or near enough one or more that we could spend time looking for long lost family grave sites.
If there is anything I can do to help with any memorials or any local pictures I can get for anyone, please let me know. I would love to help when I can.