In Loving Memory Of KYLE PERKINS March 23, 1990 – Oct. 23, 2005 Children who die are not really gone, but go to a place that is something like home. Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone, until we can join them when our lives are done. Children who die are not really dead, but just like good children tucked into bed, wait the long wait while we go ahead. Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed. Children who die feel no pleasure or pain, in the place where they wait till they see us again. And all of us dance in a world washed with rain. Where the sun shines so brightly, no sorrows remain. You are always in our heart and thoughts. We love and miss you so very much. Love, Mommy, Joey, Grammy and Grampy
KYLE PERKINS
