ROGER WALLACE BUTLER 5/14/47 4/14/00 In memory of our beloved husband, father and grandfather. ``Death's Vail'' A quiet peacefulness passes over me. I no longer feel my body. No more pain, no reflexes, I am dead. I see familiar faces, all of them look so sad, and their eyes are red and swollen. Their cheeks are wet with tears. I want to reach down to them. I can no longer do that. I can only pray they don't grieve for me too long, for my soul is at peace and I am at rest without pain. And now you can go and remember me fondly. (Written by yours truly, Sexy XXOO). Love, Sexy, Boober your son & Pookie

Published on April 14, 2002

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