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 in the 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!
Condolences, Jacqui
Our prayers and thoughts are with you. Please accept are deepest sympathy on the
loss of your mother.
May she rest in peace after a life well lived.