Thursday, March 30, 2017
My deepest condolences at the loss of Rob. He was my mother, Eirlais, favourite nephew, he will be sorely missed
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.
mary elizabeth frye - 1932
Sian Gordon (cousin in Wales)
