He Walked This Way....


Remembering Richard Eugene Dey


August 30, 1925 - September 11, 1998


August 16, 1999 Brendan Eugene (great-grandson #2) was born.
Thank you, Arienne, for naming him after dad.




                 When somebody dies,
                 A cloud turns into an angel,
                 And flies up to tell God
                 To put another flower on a pillow.
                 A bird gives the message back to the world,
                 And sings a silent prayer that makes the rain  
                     cry.
                 People disappear,
                 But they never really go away.
                 The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
                 Wake up grass,
                 And spin the earth in dizzy circles.
                 Sometimes you can see them
                 Dancing in a cloud during the day-time,
                 When they're supposed to be sleeping.
                 They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets
                 And make waves splash and tug at the tide.
                 They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
                 And when they sing windsongs,
                 They whisper to us,
                 Don't miss me too much.
                 The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.
                                             -Ashley-

dad2