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 glint on snow

i am  the sunlight on ripend grain

i am the gentle autumn rain

when you wake in the morning hush

i am the soft uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

iam the soft starlight at night

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.........

DAD KNOWN TO SOME OF YOU AS MICK OR BILLY HAS BEEN THROUGH THE MILL THESE LAST FEW YEARS AND WAS IN CONSENT PAIN,BUT WE CAN TAKE SOME COMFORT THAT HE IS AT PEACE NOW.HE'S PROBALY UP THERE NOW IN A BAR HAVING A PINT AND PICKING A WINNER OR TWO ON THE HORSES,I KNOW HE WAS NO  SAINT AND BURNT THE CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS ,AND LIVED HIS LIFE HIS WAY AND WOULD NEVER ADMIT HE WAS WRONG,I COULD GO ON BUT I THINK WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN THOUGHTS OF HIM GOOD OR BAD.HE WAS A GREAT CHARACTER AND WILL BE SOLEY MISSED,I KNOW I WILL MISS OUR PADDYS DAY OUT, I ALWAYS LOOKED FORWARD TO THEM,HE WOULD MEET UP WITH SOME OF HIS OLD FRIENDS AND THEY'ED GO ON ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS,THIS YEAR HE TOLD ME IT WOULD BE HIS LAST.(YOU WERE RIGHT DAD) IT'S NOT GOING TO BE THE SAME NEXT YEAR, BUT I WILL BE THERE WHEN THE DOORS  OPEN DAD AND I WILL BUY YOU A PINT AND A JAMESON CHASER AND BE THE ONE TO MOAN ABOUT MARY NEVER BEING ON TIME. GOD BLESS DAD WE WILL ALL SEE YOU AGAIN ONE DAY.