jos.
je was een fyne en warm persoon .
heel veel mensen hielden van jouw . dat is wel bewezen rust nu in vrede lieve jos.je hebt het dik verdient gr tiny.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousands winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quite birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not dead, I did not die.