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 awakenin the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled 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.
I hope you don’t mind Ang and John but I found these words in one of your Dads’ posts when another passed away. I hope they bring you some comfort and remind you of the old man. My deepest sympathy to your family.
Kenny