Dear Aunt Jean
I will not forget your voice, your laughter. You are something precious. So many memories. I know that you are in a wonderful place, and that in time, we will meet again. Until then, there will be a hole in my heart when you come to my mind.
I love you.
Hugs
Lisa and Rez
Dear Vern and Linda, Steven and Chris, Taylor and Kelsey
Your loss is great, and our hearts and prayers go out to you. Thinking of you.
Love Lisa and Rez
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 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.
