We just heard about our darling girl......We think this poem says what is in our sad sad hearts....
Native American Prayer
I give you this one thought to keep - I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,I am the sweet uplifting rush,of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft starts that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone - I am with you still in each new dawn.
Till we meet at the bridge little one...Agatha and Archie