In Seattle Center, where I work, there is a nice little poetry garden. When I read the following, by Maya Angelou, I thought of Gray -- I touch the stone every time I walk by. Thought you might like to have it.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms.
Slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

It's your now, too.
All best from Seattle -- C

Lucinda Wilder
Ticket Services Manager
Seattle Children's Theatre
201 Thomas St
Seattle, WA 98109
206-441-3322