You’re not really gone, Lisa.
You’re everywhere.
I’ll forever hear your voice
Calling “Pammy” as
You did so many times.
These past few weeks have been
Most precious to me.
It gave us both the opportunity
To demonstrate the love
That was always there
But not always shown.
I know that you knew we were
There with you -
You so hated to be left alone.
I know that in the moment of your last
breaths
You were saying goodbye.
There will be many tough times ahead
When I’ll want to call you
And hear your voice,
And your memory will have to suffice.
But in the future when I round a country
road
And a breeze blows through the open
window,
I’ll know that you’re just a
breath away.
This poem was written and
read by our younger sister Pam, at Lisa’s funeral on July 3, 2001