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"He who does not weep does not see" Les Miserables

A special thought for you brings me here today...
I miss you,
I love you
And everyday the absence of your presence becomes a dawning reality. The only thing that often keeps me going is that I look up and imagine you smiling down on me, not that it gets any easier but it certainly gets bearable....

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Memorial Service

Dear All,

On May 5th, it will be a year since Pierre Christian left us. The Ouandji family will be organizing a memorial mass in his name in Nairobi Kenya at their residence probably on May 3rd 2008 (the date will be confirmed later). We as a family promised ourselves to always celebrate his life... In this light, we are currently preparing a small video of his life (photos, testimonials etc). We would like all those who remember him or who have something to say to send us your words, testimonies, pictures to the following email ninaouandji@gmail.com so that we may compile it on a DVD. We thank you for the support and continued words of encouragement. If you are in Nairobi in May, we invite you to join us...All the very best in your endeavors,

Nina Ouandji

joyeux anniversaire

Il aurait eu 28 ans aujourd'hui...

Don't stand at my graveand weep

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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am the song that will never end.

I am the love of family and friend.

I am the child who has come to rest

In the arms of the Fatherwho knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,I am the scented evening air.

I am the joy of a task well done.I am the glow of the setting sun.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die!

~ Author Unknown ~