In loving memory of Dean P. Johnston, who went to be with the Lord 20 years ago, January 9, 1926 – November 10, 1990: I give you this one thought
to keep I am with you still I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that
blow, I am the diamond glints on
the snow I am the sunlight on
ripened grain I am also the gentle
autumn rain, And when you awaken in | the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that
shine at night Do not think of me as gone I am with you still In each new dawn.
Still sadly missed and deeply loved, Your wife and family