May 16, 1942
Fort Frances, Ontario
April 14, 2012
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 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.
The flower that smiles today,
All that we wish to stay,
Tempts, and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
We would like to thank you for loving our mother and for being here to celebrate her life with us today.
- Steven and Dianne