Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my souls at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Constance Jenkins, c. 1992 All Rights Reserved
We are really trying hard to follow what the title of the poem says, but it is very hard when we are so very sad. We know you are in a far better place Storm, but our hearts are hurting right now because we know how hard you fought, and how you surprised everyone with your will to live. You are our Hero! We will see you again some day at the bridge. We love you!