Although I never had the pleasure to personally meet you I feel that I know alot about you. Mom (Juanita) has spoke very highly of you on how proud she was of you and that you were a deeply caring person for both your family and everone that you meet. I hope that I can only be half the person that it sounds like you were, and if so than I will be a better person.
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 sun 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 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.
Mary Frye – 1932