I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.

            I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when

            life is done.

            I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly

            down the ways.

             Of happy times and laughing times and

             bright and sunny days.

             I'd like the tears of those who grieve,to

             dry before the sun

             Of happy memories that I leave when

              life is done

ALWAYS THAT TIME, THAT MAKES US CRY.  BUT FOR ME, I HAVE ALWAYS SEEMED T...O HAVE RECOVERED,  I GUESS FOR WHAT, I MAY NOT YET HAVE DISCOVERED.  THEY SAY, SOME PEOPLE ARE HERE FOR SOME SPECIAL REASON, I MYSELF FEEL AND KNOW, AT THIS I AM VERY SEASONED.  BUT WHATEVER MY MISSION, WHATEVER IT MAY BE,  THIS I GUESS, I WILL JUST WAIT AND SEE. YES, I AM STILL HERE, GOING ON, AND ON, AND ON.   I KNOW I WILL DIE, BUT I WILL NEVER BE GONE.   BECAUSE THE LORD JESUS, HAS TOUCHED AND TOLD ME SO,  THAT_ _ _ _ _ HE, WILL NEVER, EVER, LET ME GO. WHEN THE DAY COMES, WHEN I CANNOT BE SEEN OR FOUND,  STOP AND LISTEN TO THE BREEZE, THEN YOU WILL KNOW I’M AROUND.   TAKE A MOMENT AND THINK, I MISS HIM, AND I LOVE HIM, AND THEN YOU WILL KNOW ALWAYS,  MY PRESENCE WILL NEVER END.--William Pottorff     November 2008