A few weeks after Ken's death, I went up to the lighthouse where he went to die. I read out loud some poems and words I had written - my version of a funeral service for him. It was a cold, blustery day and the few people who were there were in their cars to stay warm so could not hear me. After I finished and stood there for a bit looking at the lighthouse, the phrase 'free as a bird' popped into my head, and at that moment, a bird flew off the rocks up into the air. I felt that was a sign from Ken that he had heard my words.

This was my favorite poem of the ones I had found

I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.

I felt your touch in the sun today
as its warmth filled the sky;
I closed my eyes for your embrace
and my spirit soared high.

I saw your eyes in the window pane
as I watched the falling rain;
It seemed as each raindrop fell
it quietly said your name.

I held you close in my heart today
it made me feel complete;
You may have died...but you are not gone
you will always be a part of me.

As long as the sun shines...
the wind blows...
the rain falls...
You will live on inside of me forever
for that is all my heart knows.

-Unknown