Do not stand at my grave and weep!
I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. Iam the diamond glints on the 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there! I did not die!
Mama, you have lived in my heart from the day I was born and now that are in heaven, you will continue to live in my heart forever.
Your loving son, Bobby
Memorials, Second Quarter 2002 | Main Index, Memorials
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