The Major
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After a long battle with a Genetic Health Condition, which sadly also took the life of his father, ("reverand" or father Gregg Simon senior) Abram sadly suddennley passed away in early Summer 2023. Abram had been busy selling a lot of FBTS Product ranges to other Industry members, some of which we also bought. Yesterday I posted on this Forum MEDIA a Directory of Abrams hand painted DUCAL toy soldier figures, all his own work. Though sometimes criticized for a situation he had clearly inherited after his fathers passing, Abram clearly himself had some skill in Model making and painting and a accurrate referential knowledge of much Highland Tartan. F B TS is no more, but here at "Studio Paris Art" we are re issuing the ranges which we bought from him. Earlier a tribute was posted on QUORA Social Media.
POEM
By Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
POEM
By Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)