passed away new years day 2001 husband and best friend
of Gerry
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 sun on ripened grain
i am the gentle autumn rain
when you awaken in the morning 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
Mary Elizabeth Frye
