Wilma J. Espoy

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    Jan. 6, 1924-Oct. 28

    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.