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 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 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. ~~~ Mary Frye
To all whom I have loved that have passed on ... I remember.
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