Do not stand at my grave and weep
Mary Frye 1932

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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Being blessed to work with spirit, gives us the proof and knowledge of the truth that we really do not die. Love is eternal and the bond of love we share with another, keeps us connected, whether we are in the physical, or the spiritual dimension.

Knowing this gives us the promise of a world and a time, when we shall all be together again. Until this time is come, we keep our loved ones alive by carrying them in our hearts and remembering . . .

This "Garden of Remembrance" page is dedicated to all who grieve, and to all those remembered. . .