Joe Fazio (a pseudonym) was a novelist, whose work has been translated, into numerous languages. Mr Fazio, has chosen to not disclose, any personal information. Friends and associates, that knew him, are asked, to make a donation to, The United Way.
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************************* *********** Weep Not For Me Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell among the wonders of the earth; for my larger self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other side of pain...on the other side of darkness. Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine that touches your skin, a tropical breeze upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart and the innocence of babes in mothers arms. I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your hour of need, I will be there to comfort you. I will share your tears, your joys, your fears, your disappointments and your triumphs. Do not weep for me, for I am cradled in the arms of God. I walk with the angels, and hear the music beyond the stars. Do not weep for me, for I am within you; I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses the flowers. I am the calm that follows a raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats among the garden of God, and I am pure white snow that softly falls upon your hand. Do not weep for me, for I shall never die, as long as you remember me... with a smile and a sigh.
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I Miss You


I miss your quiet caring, your gentelness, the softness of you, and the warm cloak of your love. I miss your smile that was always so tentative, but warm like the sunshine, gentle as the rain, and softer than a rose. I miss your honesty, your caring and your loyaty. I miss your eyes, nose...mouth. I miss the sound, the comfort of your voice. I miss your laughter, your joy-I miss your tears, your kiss, your touch, and I miss our bodies pressed together, entwined as one. I miss falling asleep with you in my arms, and waking up to the warmness of you next to me. I miss...I miss, everything about you.

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When Do I Think Of You?


I think of you in the peace solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for you are tranquillity. I think of you on an ocean's front, for you are the roar of the waves, the power of the sea, and the salt in the air. I think of you amidst a crowd and the chorus of city sounds ...for that is my song, and you are the music. You are my first thought of each new day, and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are closed upon a feathered pillow. In that secret place called sleep, it is you that I search for, through shades of darkness and clouds of cotton. When do I think of you? Every moment of my life. And, when the final sleep does come and if there is thought... it will be of you.