May God bless you and your...
Do not stand at my grave and weep - I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond's glints upon the 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 birds in circling flight, I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. God's Peace.
Ross, Clint, Joan Gemmill Wayne Shellabarger
February 04, 2003 | Chanhassen, MN