1951 - 2009
I Am Not There
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's 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.
love and hugs to you all.
My goodness she looks so much like Michael. Call me when you can.
love you both. My thoughts and prayers are with you both in your time of sorrow.
Nadia..... you're sweet.... all kinds of sweet...
thank you so much Nadia. It's beautiful. So was she and so are you. Love you all.
Such a beautiful, joyful presence, love to you and Michael.
Nadia I am sorry for your loss. *hugs*
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