I know it's late but I hate thinking about it and that day was a bad day for me, here goes.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
Mary Elizabeth Frye

Russell
3/16/1974 to 12/13/2008

I never wanted to be the oldest and yet here I am, the oldest. I couldn't have had a better big brother to show me the way. This is the first time I know your never coming back to hold my hand and walk in the house with me. Love you lots, bro haas. TT