Wednesday, October 12, 2022
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Dear Cousin Louise;
Wishing you peace and that the beautiful memories you have with Barry will sustain and comfort you now and always. Your sorrow is shared. You are not alone.
A Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
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!)
