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*WAYNE* 2001-01-30::11:11:41 IN LOVING MEMORY OF WAYNE ROBERT YEO, JR. 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 autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled 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. For as long as man remembers me, I am not dead, But dwell with Thee. Madonna, "In this Life" Sitting on a park bench, Thinking about a friend of mine, He was only 23, Gone before he had his time, It came without a warning, Didn't want his friends to see him cry, He knew the day was dawning, And I didn't have a chance to say goodbye. In this life I loved you most of all, What for? 'Cause now you're gone and I have to ask myself, What for? Driving down the boulevard, Thinking about a man I knew, He was like a father to me, Nothing in the world that he wouldn't do, Taught me to respect myself, Said that we're all made of flesh and blood, Why should he be treated differently, Shouldn't matter who you choose to love. People pass by and I wonder who's next, Who determines, who know's best, Is there a lesson I'm supposed to learn, In this case, Ignorance is not bliss. Have you ever watched your best friend die, Have you ever seen a grown man cry, Some say that life isn't fair, I say that people just don't care, They'd rather turn the other way, While we wait for this thing to go away, Why do we have to pretend, Some day I pray it will end. I hope it's in this life, I hope it's in this lifetime.
One of my best friends, Wayne Robert Yeo, Jr. died last Wednesday in an auto accident. Wayne was only 19 years old, had everything going for him, and had so much more to look forward to. The above poem was on a card passed out at his funeral, and the song is one by Madonna, who was Wayne's favorite singer. The song may be about AIDS, but it still speaks to some of the feelings I am feeling right now. You couldn't help but love Wayne. He impacted everyone he met. He had a big heart, and because of that, he had strong ties with his family and his many friends. He will always be loved and remembered by these friends and his family, and he will be kept alive forever in our memories. I love you Wayne. |
