Vince Brown
Dec.19th,1959 - Dec.25th,2005

Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there...I do not sleep.
	I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint on snow.
		I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush,
	Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night.
		Do not stand by my grave and cry... I am not there...I did not die.
"Sadly Hollow" - Prayer of the Makah Indians

Vince will live on through us, the game, and his love of music. Smile through your tears and know as long as there is a song to be sung, dice to be rolled, or people to entertain, Vince's spirit will be there. Thank you Vince for all that your friendship has given us and the lessons learned and yet to be learned, from knowing you. Until we meet again, save our places... teach the angels to sing.