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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
As you celebrate Memorial Day,
Remember...
Those who live in freedom
will always be grateful
to those who help preserve it.
Thank you for walking with me friend!
Nancy Sue
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