Lincoln Christian Gibbons
Star lit
12-28-99
Lincoln,
Though my heart sings that
your struggles are over and
you are in a wonderous place,
it also grieves that you are
forever gone from my sight.
That I can't see you or touch
you or hear your voice is, at
times, more than I can bear.
Sometimes, when I close my eyes,
I can almost see you, feel you
and hear you. Almost. We will
love you forever. Your never
more than a thought away and I
look forward to when we meet again.
Bobby, Brad
and Heather
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Dwight Thomas Steinruck Jr.
Born July 19, 1972
Starlit November 5, 1997
Murdered
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 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 rainbows
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
We love you and we miss you,
love from your Mom,
your brother, David;
sister, Donna; and your
nephew, D.J.
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