Connie– so sorry to hear about Ross the news travels fast even down to Phx AZ I don’t have any other contact info for you except this Here is a poem I find comforting in days like this 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 JOYCE FOSSE
