Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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 circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. (I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room--I am in each lovely thing.) Do ot stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die. (by M. Frye) To Eileen's Family: Our words don't seem adequate--but our hearts are broken for the loss of your wife, mother and grandmother. Christine & Paul Nussbaum Justin Goldberg
