peeking down from the clouds
eagle wings guide his soul to a better place. a place on earth we might consider as home. home is in the skies and in the depths of the oceans. its the breeze that carries us and the people that shape us. ever since i was little, i considered him my grandfather. a nuturing man that gave me courage, strength, and discipline to accomplish all of my dreams. i wish words could describe all hes given to me... more than any little girl could ever want or need. even though my memories remind me that the past is real, my tears assure me that my love for him will never fade. he now lives in me. i will carry him on forever even when my sun decides to set. RIP Frank Hunter Guinn. my light that never dims.