James Ralph Arnett
Jan. 1, 1964 - Dec. 9, 1982
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not here to see, and if the sun should rise and find your eyes fill with tears for me, I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today. While thinking of many things we didn't get to say, I know how much you loved me. As much as I love you and each time you think of me, I know you'll miss me too. When tomorrow starts without me, don't think we are far apart. For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.