Poem from cousin Lane Eschner

People will come and people will go,
to and from places that I do not know.
They say that it’s better, where you now are,
and that you’re close by even though you feel far.
Over our heads, in our hearts, and the breeze
that winds through our fingers and rustles the trees.
I like to think that on us you look down,
so I’ll dry up my tears and try hard not to frown,
but rather glance up to the sky and the sun,
to remember your life and the hearts you have won.
The moments you shared and the lives that you touched,
The people left here who care for you so much.
You would not want us to dwell on the bad,
but think of the light-hearted good times you had.
Of course we are human and anguish will come,
likely more often and stronger for some.
But your guard over us will help keep it at bay,
while we try to deal with it all day by day.
So as you watch over our souls from above,
please never forget Uncle Ed, YOU ARE LOVED!