Do not stand by my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond's glint on snow. I am the sunlight and 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 by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Anonymous My thoughts go with you on this journey of sorrow. Marque