Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2007 - 2:38 P.M.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake to the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starshine at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
�������~~~ Mary Frye, 1932
don't worry, Babe, I won't be doing any grave weeping, I have not forgotten that this is your funeralversary. Life is a school for angels. Love is our teacher. Death is only Graduation Day. I will see you soon....
