Beloved husband, father, son, brother and friend.
"Once you shone among the living as the Morning Star;
Among the dead you shine now, as the Evening Star."
"We thought the years would last forever,
They are all gone now, the days
We thought would not come for us are here."
Never more will the wind
Cherish you again,
Never more will the rain.
Shall we find you bright
In the snow and wind.
The snow is melted,
The snow is gone,
And you are flown:
Like a bird out of our hand,
Like a light out of our heart,
You are gone.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
St. Vincent Millay
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
I ache for him every day.
Melanie E. Fisher
mother of his beautiful little girl, Emily Janemarie Fisher, age 3