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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight 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 flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. By M. Frye
Very sorry to hear about Gary. He was always one of the nicest people to work with. We used to talk fishing alot when our offices were next to one another. We will all miss him. May he rest in peace in God's presence.
