God knows BEST Aunt Dot!
He knew you should not suffer anymore
God took you home....
Doesn't mean we won't miss your gentle soul....
I love you!
Carla Royal
An Old Indian Prayer
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
Do not stand at my grave and cry
.I am not there.........