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 rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circles 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.
If tears could build a stairway,And memories a lane,I'd walk right up to Heaven,And bring you home again. WORMIE,WE LOVE AND MISS YOU DEARLY!!
Memorials, Third Quarter 2001 | Main Index, Memorials
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