Posey L. Montgomery Jr.

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'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 cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Author Unknown

Dear Debbie, We were sorry to read about your dad's death. He must have been a fine person to have a daughter like you. We hope all is well with you and the rest of your family.

Frank and Beverly Porter

Matt: my good thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this time.

"The Glory of God is the living man; And the life of man is the vision of God." - May Posey rest in Peace.