Carrol Turner "C.T." Pruitt

God Bless Uncle Turner & Aunt Betty, Rhonda & Bullet

If it was not for them JB & Dolly Pruitt could

not stay there At home insted of a Nursing Home

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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.



When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.



Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

(Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)



daddy, you are always with me.....