This site is in memory of a life that never was. Ed's life was interrupted before his first breath by a chrosomal disorder called Trisomy 13.



Hopi Indian Poem:



Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. 

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn's 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 there. 

I did not die.