To Friends of S/V Fantome


When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.

People disappear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping.

They paint the rain bows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing windsongs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.

Ashley

With deepest sympathy as we mourn the loss
of S/V Fantome and her able crew
Treasure the memories

Kay and David Gray