Obituaries

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 the new fallen snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you waken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die. Rest well auntie Stella you waited a long time to see your sisters and brothers. Rejoice. Deb, Paige, Emily