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Do not stand on
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 sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. |
When you awaken,
in the mornings hush; I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circling 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. Anonymous |
![]() Jim Alverez |
![]() Christine Blandy (Drucker) |
![]() Luis Borrell |
![]() Diane Boyle (WIlliams) |
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![]() Jesse Burris |
![]() Steve Calderon |
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John |
![]() ARTHUR FRANKE |
Jack |
![]() Joanne Gerardi |
![]() Andrew Lentini
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![]() Patrick Loisel |
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Ray |
![]() Kathy Schroeppel (Kinsling) |
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Carol |
Bruce Simeral |
From the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC
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Thanks to Bob Kinnaman and especially to you Patrick for your sacrifice.
Found in Daily News

Thanks to Dan Glasso
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3/12/03 I am writing you in regards to in invitation to the
Alemany High School reunion that arrived at my home addressed to Bruce
Simeral. |
Faculty Member
![]() Thomas Weber (Fr). |
Father Charles Burns | Father Joseph McDonald |