. In loving memory of WESLEY PAYNE April 18, 1980 - April 22, 2005 Dear Wes Flight is freedom in its purest form, To dance with the clouds which follow a storm; To roll and glide, to wheel and spin, To feel the joy that swells within. To leave this earth with its troubles and fly, And know the warmth of a clear spring sky; Then back to earth at the end of the day, Released from the tensions which melted away. Should my end come while I am in flight, Whether brightest day or darkest night; Spare me no pity and shrug off the pain, Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again. For each of us is created to die, And within me I know, I was born to fly. Yes Wes you were born to fly and while God has you in his Keeping we have you in our hearts. Lovingly remembered Auntie Pudge and Uncle Ian