William "Bill"  Fuller 
February 27, 1920 -  February 27, 2004

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Memorial Card from Dusckas Funeral Home.

one of the memorial cards IN LOVING MEMORY OF

February 27, 1920
February 27, 2004

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
 I Am Not There; I Do Not Sleep.

I Am A Thousand Winds That Blow.
I Am The Diamond Glints On Snow.

I Am The Gentle Autumn Rain 
When You Awaken In The Morning's Hush,
I Am The Swift Uplifting Rush 
Of Quiet Birds In Circled Flight.
I Am The Soft Star That Shines At Night.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Cry; 
I Am Not There; I Did Not Die.



I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. 
He referred to the dates on the gravestone from the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came his date of birth, and spoke that date with tears,
But he said what mattered most was the dash between those years.

That dash represents all the time he spent alive on earth.
And now, only those who loved him most know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own. the cars the house, the cash.  
What matters is how we live and love, and how we live our dash.

So  think about this long and hard, are there things we'd like to change?
For we never know how much time is left, for things to rearrange.

If we could just slow down enough, to consider what's true and real.
And always try  to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more,
and love the people in our lives, like we've never loved before.

If we'd treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this little dash might only last a while.

So when your life is being read, with our actions to rehash,
Would we be proud of what others will say, about how you spent your dash?

Read by the Rev. Art. Good at Bill's funeral.

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