Friday, February 22, 2013
Deepest sympathies to Uncle Nick, cousins Patrick, Donald, David, Terry, and Ben, their wives, children and grandchildren, and the rest of the family at this difficult time.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
~by Mary Frye (1932)
