Peter Joseph MacIntyre
We, the once "Fabulous Four" raise a toast to our fallen member, Peter Joseph MacIntyre:
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told [us] time would ease [us] of [our] pain.
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on [our] hearts; and [our] old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where [we] fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
[We] say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
~ Edna St - Vincent Millay
PJ ~ We miss you. We love you. We remember you always.
Jim MacIntyre, Sheila, (Lute) Gaslard, Tracy Vienneau
