This page is to thank all of the Wolfpack for their consideration and understanding
in our great time of sadness and grief at the loss of a beloved son and husband and friend.
We thank you from the bottom of our scarred hearts.

Papa Lobo Don

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

I would also like to thank Mr. Ed Williams for his kind posts to me at the ceremony
of the candles, and for kindly allowing posts on the petloss message board, even though this one
is a human loss. Thank you EdW my friend and mentor.
We would also like to thank all the wonderful people who read and responded with their prayers
and afterward their deepest empathies. Thank you all. For what you have done for me I thank you,
for what you do for others who hurt, I just love you.

Death is an end to torture, to struggle, to suffering, but it is also an end to warmth,
light, the beauty of a running horse, the smell of damp leaves. Of gunpowder, the
walk of a woman when she knows someone watches, these things too, are gone.

Reverend Papa LoboWolf Don.

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