RIP Kita

Vanaf 26 juli vermist en vanochtend overleden teruggevonden.
Lieve Kita rust zacht.
Lieve baasjes en Shirou, veel sterkte.

kita

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

 Mary Elizabeth Frye