I drive down the lane
Past the school all alone
And there it sits waiting
The garden of stone.
Here it is quiet
Only whispers of trees.
I find where you are
And I fall to my knees.
Your name sings its song
And I picture your face
And see just how long
You’ve been in this place.
Your smile was infectious
And you were so young
Your whole life stood waiting
Your songs to be sung.
So handsome you were
With your flashing brown eyes
So loved and so treasured
But look how time flies.
Although I was young
I knew how you cared
More precious than gold
Was the love that we shared.
I was still little
When you went away
To fight for your country
Years ago from today.
And yet, I remember
The laughter you made
Your music still echoes
Though some memories fade.
Many years have gone by
And now I am old
But I could never forget you
And the love I still hold.
Yes, I come to the garden
Where you lie with our own
At last back together
In the garden of stone.
Hi Dottie
We are in Connecticut for a few days. This morning we sent a package by UPS that should be delivered in about three days. It contains Stanley's softball Championship jacket which he received just before he left Germany for Korea. This had been in the Jonesboro house since 1953 and it was one of the first things that we found. Stanley was very proud to have received this jacket. I thought it would be very appropriate to send you initially. I don't really know what else is left there but I have made it plain that whatever it is it's to be given to you when I have departed to destinations unknown. I hope you will be pleased to have this rememberance of him. Altho he was only a kid, he was so very much more than any one can realize and as long as we can remember he will still live.
With love, Dad
