Dean D. King

In loving memory of

Dean D. King

1938-2009

“To live in hearts we leave behind is to never die.”

I called his name in the silence from the depths of a lonely grief... he did not speak but a bird sang out and my heart knew a sweet relief.

I sought his face in the forest where

we walked in days gone by... he hid from me but I saw a birch, green and silver, against the sky. He comes like this, in a beauty of a song, a flower or a tree... and who am I to attempt to solve so great a mystery?