We all stood on the hillside overlooking the ocean while Uncle Hank
made the long-lonely walk down to scatter Uncle Bill’s ashes.
We can see him at the water’s edge scattering the ashes.
Uncle Hank is having his own moments of private thoughts and prayer after
scattering the ashes.
The day after Uncle Bill died you wrote this poem for Your Uncle Bill.
Life can pass us rather anon
Before age has fully gone
He has lived his life perhaps done and through
Leaving us so short, wondering what to do
He has lived a life of one hundred years
Though his age was just one-half that
Giving great love to family and peers
Most deeply to ones that loved him dear
Remember this Saint deep down in your heart
And with his memories never part
Keep these thoughts locked up in your mind
Love in our family will be in strong bind
To think of these thoughts you’re at your free will
And I know that his time has come to die
But keeping these thoughts at MY best will
In my heart still lives…my Uncle Bill
Jim Lindsay, Jr. (17 years old)
June 11, 1985
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