Bruce Donald Brumpton

Our dear son and brother. Accidentally killed.

"We cannot say, and we will not say

That he is dead - he is just away!

With a cheery smile,

And a wave of the hand,

He has wandered into an unknown land,

And left us dreaming how very fair

It needs must be, since he lingers there;

So think of him faring on, as dear

In the love of there as the love of here'

Think of him still as the same, we say;

He is not dead - he is just away!"