Arthur (Art) Colin Frizzell 1923- 2003.
On July 2, 2003, our family lost a very special person. But many memories remain in our hearts.
A breeze, which blows across the field to cool my brow,
a shadow that moves through the garden;
rain, which falls when the leaves are wilting,
a star that guilds me home when I'm lost.
The answer that comes when I'm befuddled,
the presence that comforts when I'm lonely;
the joke I recall when I need to laugh—
you had to go:you never left me.
Poem by his son, Colin.