In Loving Memory of
William Forrest Aaroe
February 26, 2002
Forever Honored, Forever Loved
Stop all the clocks, turn off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let airplanes circle in the sky overhead
Writing the message: he is dead.
Put crêpe ribbons round the necks of all the doves,
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest.
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song.
We thought he would last forever - we were wrong.
Death is not the end...
We will be with you again -
KJ, Mike, Will
Lyn, Barb
Helen
