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.
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
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