"Missing you lots this Father's Day Da, hope you are at peace now lots of love Lotte and love from the boys to their Opi xxxx"

There is a season for everything, and a time for every event under heaven  a time to be born, and a time to die;     a time to plant, and a time to uproot what was planted;  a time to kill, and a time to heal;     a time to tear down, and a time to build up;  a time to weep, and a time to laugh;     a time to mourn, and a time to dance;  a time to scatter stones, and a time to gather stones;     a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;  a time to search, and a time to give up searching;[b]     a time to keep, and a time to discard;  a time to tear, and a time to mend;     a time to be silent, and a time to speak;  a time to love, and a time to hate;     a time for war, and a time for peace.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.  I am the soft stars that shine at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry,  I am not there; I did not die.