Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
My love and prayers go to Rick's beloved wife, Marilyn, their sons, and all those who were touched by this family's grace and dignity.
Rev. Simeon Stefanidakis
Pastor, Albertson Memorial Church of Spiritualism