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To Kelly, Karen, Maxine, Tony, Mel, Chuck, Shirley and anyone else,
When someone is alive, people rarely spend time with that family member, but when they die all the vultures come out of the woodwork, they flock like buzzards. I think it's hypocritical, I would rather remember you all, when family time was spent, rather than phony platitudes, and phony goodbyes, and crocodile tears.
Too many Hippocrates and skeletons in the closet in the family
Pacheco (Portuguese)
Neubauer, Taylor, Walker, White, Cariello. Stockton, and many others,
Do Not Weep For Me
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak.
I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face.
I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.
I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.
I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision.
I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.
I am the stag on the wild hills way.
I am just around the corner.
Therefore, the wise weep not.
But rejoice at the transformation of my Being.
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