"Do not stand by my grave and weep....I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sulight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift upflinging rush
of quiet birds circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry....
I am not there.
I did not die.
I live with the Risen Lord."
I pray each one of you are able to find some sort of peace amongst all of the sadness. I cannot fathom losing a child. Our prayers go out to all of you.
The Winstel family