A Garden Full of Memories

Slan Go Foil Dad.
We Will Miss You.

Under the wide and starry sky
 Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
 And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longıd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
 And the hunter is home from the hill.
                -Robert Louis Stevenson-


May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face:
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.