Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
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.
Miss you so lil bro. The familiar and unfamiliar faces have come and gone to offer hugs, memories & sympathies. You are so loved & touched many. I know you are in a better place & will watch over us... & laugh sometimes when we trip & fall. Thanks for the great times we had growing up & allowing me to push you & guide you. I love you, so long my friend, til we meet again!