In Loving memory of your brother Ron, from your Sisters With Heart... August 1952 - May 2002 Do Not Stand at my grave and weep 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 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 Life Unbroken Death is nothing at all I have only slipped into the next room. I am I, and you are you: Whatever we were to each other, we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone; Wear no air of solemnity or sorrow; Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we enjoyed together; Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever The household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect; Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death but negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, For an interval, somewhere, very near Just around the corner. All is well. by Harry Scott-Holland Beloved Child Beloved child of mine, you are not alone at this time for I am near Feel the safety in your heart, that is I your God for I am near Beloved child of mine, I hold your loved one remember my word? For I have told you, absent from the body is to be present with the Lord Beloved Child of mine, dry your tears and remember all thru the coming years I am with you , for I will never forsake you nor will I leave you… For I am near… For you Heather.. By: Ritajane ©08 April 24 Guestbook May you find the peace you are looking for at the feet of Jesus....