Dear Warren
Warren - - I forgive you. And i hope you forgive me as well.
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 rush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds of circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
~ Mary Elizabeth Frye
Thank you for Beth's sign. Ment the world to her!!