Martha L. Phillips Grant June 25, 1921 – August 27, 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 sun 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 circling flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. – Mary Elizabeth Frye (source) IN: ON: August 28, 2012 BY: Hilary 4 COMMENTS SHARE Continue Reading Oh, how they grow. . . Just a Few Reasons Why My Husband is Amazing
