Karl:
You are such an important member of this amazing "family" and you honor us all by sharing that lovely and moving page to your Mother's memory. Thank you, sincerely.
I have been out-of-touch with TS for a couple of weeks and only saw your posting this evening. It reminded me of the thoughful lines of Mary Frye, which i hope may offer you some solace during difficult days . . .
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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 sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s 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 star that shines at night.
I am the song that never ends,
I am the love of a dear friend,
I am the child who comes to rest
In arms of Father who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air
I am the joy of tasks well done
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye
