I was just sitting here thinking of Nowel [HVAC] and thought of a poem I copied from the old posts of him at the time of his death... good time to re-post
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the screaming of turbos waiting for the tree.
I am the sound of the tires breaking free.
I am the black clouds of smoke from the stacks.
I am the yells from the fans at the tracks.
From start to finish those moments seem short.
For I am that pounding, in the winners heart.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die. "
we miss ya Old Buddy !
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the screaming of turbos waiting for the tree.
I am the sound of the tires breaking free.
I am the black clouds of smoke from the stacks.
I am the yells from the fans at the tracks.
From start to finish those moments seem short.
For I am that pounding, in the winners heart.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die. "
we miss ya Old Buddy !