Here is the poem I read in the eulogy to my grandmother. This is a wonderful bit of prose that helps me keep in mind who she was and her beautiful spirit.
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
– Mary Elizabeth Frye
With fond memories of your light. We will all miss you.
I love you Grandma.
Thank you Eric:)
Thank you Eric. It means a lot that you say that.
Words can not express how proud I was to hear you share such heartfelt thoughts and how much I love you. Your grandma I’m sure was also proud and grateful. Xoxoxo
You were so wonderful today..