| 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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumns rain. when you awaken in the morning hush; I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in the circles flight, I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there I did not die. |
| Richard James Runyan "Samson" 1966- 2001 |
| Richard Dean Runyan "Rich" 1944-1978 |
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| Carl Bruce Runyan Bubby 1939-2001 |
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| A poem written for Samson on his 36th birthday. Daddy's Gone I knew there would be a day when you would die. I didn't want to lose you at 35. But did you ever hear that song The Good Die Young? We had never said good-bye. That's because I knew you didn't die. You are in a better place,somewhere, beyond space. I now know what you wanted me to show. You're probably on a cloud, I hope I make you proud. I'll be seeing you in the future. Happy Birthday Dad, from your son,Gale. |
| Jen and Duck Barbara,Brian,Samson |
| Duck,Jen(me),Samson,Brian,Barbara |
| Mom and Dad on their wedding day. April, 3 1965 |
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| 9/11/01 God Bless America |
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| Father And Son |
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