A Grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands
In Loving Memory of
Jack Donnelly
1925 - 2007

A grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands

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 circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

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28th May 2007

From his loving wife Muriel Dear Uncle Jack, I don't remember a time when you were not there. I've known and loved you all my life and if Uncle Jack said that's how it is then that's how it was. You gave stability and safety. All my love Frances. A man after my own heart who loved his pint. Cheers John

Your grove of trees

The trees in this grove will be carefully planted in protected sites in the Scottish Highlands where they will create homes for wildlife and forests for the future.

Scots pine against a summer blue sky.
Twinflowers in bloom on pine woodland floor.
A Scotch argus butterfly on common ragwort.
Jack Donnelly's grove
Trees in this grove: 10

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