“A TROUBLED HEART” The wind blows soft, the wind blows weak. It sings a love song, it kisses a cheek. It passes by, but I don’t see. I’m too wrapped in feelings contained in me. So what if my friend doesn’t live anymore? Should I give up life? Should I shut the door? I wish he could tell me what it’s like to die, I can’t do anything. I can only cry.If he were here, what would he think was right? He’d want me to go on to live, to fight. So blow soft wind, blow sweet blow dear. Blow wind blow, dry away my tears. Teresa, Jeffery and Faith; Jim and I are sorry for your loss, and also rejoice in knowing he’s in heaven! We will always have our memories and so many photographs he had taken of our family! We pray for Gods peace and rest as you endure your loss of Ken. He left way to soon, but God makes no mistakes. Uplifting prayers for your days ahead. Love, The Peterson’s.