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S: William Dudley Williamson

BC: You Will Be Missed

FC: Remembering a Life of Laughter and Love | William Dudley Williamson

1: Life brings simple pleasures to us every day. It is up to us to make them wonderful memories. CathyAllen | March 21, 1934 to July 14,2009

2: The Early Years

6: All things grow better with love.

7: Dudley and Carol

15: I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he is rich. Dan Wilcox

19: A Grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart Unknown Author

21: Great Grandchildren

22: More Family, Friends, and Fun

23: A family is pieced together with hope and faith. A family is quilted and bound with love and grace. Unknown Author

26: No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. Francois Muriac

32: If I be the first of us to die, Let grief not blacken long your sky. Be bold yet modest in your grieving. There is a change but not a leaving. For just as death is part of life, The dead live on forever in the living. And all the gathered riches of our journey, The moments shared, the mysteries explored, The steady layering of intimacy stored, The things that made us laugh or weep or sing, The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring, The wordless language of look and touch, The knowing, Each giving and each taking, These are not flowers that fade, Nor trees that fall and crumble, Nor are they stone, For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand. What we were, we are. What we had, we have. A conjoined past imperishably present. So when you walk the wood where once we walked together And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow, Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land, And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand, And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you, Be still. Close your eyes. Breathe. Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you. Nicholas Evans

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