YOU'LL BE MISSED
Wow the last few weeks were great until i found out a real good man has died.
His name was Robert Kesterson. He was funny as hell, a great man, a great person, he was a family man and he also was Jenn's grandpa. He is surivived by his wife mama and 2 daughthers Toni and Rhonda his 1 son Jeff and 3 grandchildren Jenn, Danny and Rhonda. He was on his way back home with his wife to see his family and he past away on the way back. He was 66 years old when he past away. When i was at the funeral services a man told me it dosnt matter how much money you have or what kind of car you drive because when its your time to pass all that stuff dosnt make a difference so realize to forgive and forget and chereish who you have now because you'll never know when its not gonna be there.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
i am not there i do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripend grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
R.I.P. Robert L.Kesterson
PAPA
You'll never be forgoten
March 17,1939-April 11, 2005
His name was Robert Kesterson. He was funny as hell, a great man, a great person, he was a family man and he also was Jenn's grandpa. He is surivived by his wife mama and 2 daughthers Toni and Rhonda his 1 son Jeff and 3 grandchildren Jenn, Danny and Rhonda. He was on his way back home with his wife to see his family and he past away on the way back. He was 66 years old when he past away. When i was at the funeral services a man told me it dosnt matter how much money you have or what kind of car you drive because when its your time to pass all that stuff dosnt make a difference so realize to forgive and forget and chereish who you have now because you'll never know when its not gonna be there.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
i am not there i do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripend grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
R.I.P. Robert L.Kesterson
PAPA
You'll never be forgoten
March 17,1939-April 11, 2005