I do not think my song will end While flowers, grass and trees Abound with birds and butterflies For I am one with these. And I believe my voice will sound Upon the whispering wind So long as even one remains Among those I call "friend." I shall remain in hearts and minds Of loved ones that I knew, And in the rocks and hills and streams Because I love those, too. So long as love and hope and dreams Abide in earth and sky, Weep not for me, though I be gone. I shall not really die. ~ Johnny Hathcock A detailed obituary will follow soon. SERVICES A service summary is not available