Kristina Gisela Ellerkamp

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 sunlight 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. Mary Elizabeth Frye You are in our thoughts and prayers. Shari Cnare and Paul Powers

Memories of writing together and cracking each other up, looking at the stars over Lake Monona and marveling at the universe, playing Samuel Barber's Adagio for strings in quartet form because it killed us on the Lorenzo's Oil soundtrack (she, unlike I, also knew it from Platoon), taking a sign language class together just because it was interesting, missing most of what my Algebra teacher said because I was busy reading the notes Kristina wrote me and composing something worthy to send back, talking about the sometimes dark times, being dragged to Pink Floyd's The Wall and Speed (an action movie!), being shocked because she actually enjoyed hearing my dad talk about the architectural history of windows in Chicago skyscrapers, constant joking and constant consideration for living with integrity -- she was someone I always looked up to and loved to be around like so many others did. She is in my heart forever.

Vibrant smile. Kind laugh. Welcoming heart. The world was a better place with you in it.

We share you pain and grief and will keep you in our prayers. Peace, Ray & Joan Unrein

Peggy, Our hearts are with you. May you find a comfort deeper than your pain. Mary Alice Sicard