RON WEE, EVERYONE PLEASE READ BY: STAN LAMBERT(VMBB)

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    RON WEE, EVERYONE PLEASE READ BY: STAN LAMBERT(VMBB)
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    I am posting this for Misterstan from the VMBB. Tac
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    This poem was given to visitors of the funeral home on Ron's memorial card. He will be buried today at 1:30 P.M. at the White Chapel Memorial Cemetery in Troy, Michigan.

    I had the opportunity to say goodbye to Ron and meet his family yesterday at the funeral home. I met Ron's wife, Cynthia, his son Stephen and his two daughters, Heather and Holly.

    Ron was only 52 years old. He had been on oxygen for the past two years, but he continued to work 60-hours a week at the General Motors Technical Center in Warren, Michigan, on a Unigraphics tube.

    When I was about to leave the funeral home, Ron's wife, Cynthia, took my hand and said Ron found great comfort in visiting with the members of these bulletin boards. She said her family was grateful that one of us was able to stop by.

    I told her that we enjoyed Ron's contributions to our discussions and especially his ability of helping us find information on the Internet. He has often times given us laughter and we have even shed a few tears from the heartfelt stories he has shared with us. Ron will be missed...

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    Do not think of me and weep.
    I am free. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints of snow.
    I am the sunlight on your window pane.
    I am the gentle spring rain. When you awaken
    in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting
    rush, Of quiet birds in soaring flight.
    I am the twinkle in the stars at night.
    I'll be the music that fills your ears.
    I'll send you laughter to dry the tears.
    Oh no, no, do not cry for me.
    I am happy. I feel no pain. I am free.

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    Stan Lambert/Misterstan From
    "Vietnam Memories Bulletin Board"
    St. Clair Shores, Michigan
     
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