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.


By Mary Elizabeth Frye


Ed was a man if great friendship and love to all that came in contact with him let that live on everyday in all of us because he will always be will us all in spirit. He is in no pain and still lives guiding us with his love. Ed you are very much physically missed and look forward to experience your great spirit.

Ed was one of the most honorable men i ever met. he will be greatly missed

You are forever in my heart and soul. I miss you deeply.