Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain;
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush.
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

I love you Ryan!






4 comments:
You are amazing... and I love that poem... :>)
I love that you'll never let his memory die. You are such a good example to your nieces and nephews. You guys have a very close knit family and I love that example.
Thanks Krischel;
I love you and love your blog. It lifts me up.
THanks for all you do.
Love Mom
Krischelle
You are so amazing!
What a wonderful, beautiful tribule to your brother and family!!!!
Thanks for sharing
Love ya Fran
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