Come fly the winds of memory-Beyond the clouds of time, To frolic in the fields of youth-And search for peaks to climb. Love flourishes forever, The skies are endless blue; Believing is the magic-That makes our dreams come true. Age may slow the mortal pulse-And losses make us cry-But home is just a prayer away-God gives us wings to fly. ( poem by C David Hay). I was lucky to have such a wonderful brother-in-law. I will miss him much, but I know he is in heaven riding the John Deere tractor of his dreams and watching over his family. Love always to him and to all his family. God Bless.