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 ripen grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning’s hush. I am the swift up-flinging of quiet birds in 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.
Your family will love and miss you forever.