In Loving Memory Of Ken Kruger

Gone is the face we loved so dear,
Silent is the voice we loved to hear,
Too far away for sight or speech,
But not too far for thought to reach,
Sweet to remember him who once was here,
And who, though absent, is just as dear.

Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break but all in vain;
To have, to love and then to part
Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
Time may wipe out many things,
But this they wipe out never -
The memory of those happy days
When we were all together.

December 17th, 1949 to August 15th, 2011