Patrick J. Sweeney

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face.

And rains fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in

the hollow of His hand.

Grieve not,

Nor speak of me with tears, But laugh

And talk of me

As if I were beside you.

I loved You so

‘twas heaven here with you.