rigo1315

Sad to say, but our whole town is sad over the death of a very good man. He worked everyday to help someone. Once he realized there was nothing left shot him self and the poem they sent me isn't just for him, but to all those who have passed away.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep

I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint of snow

I am the sunlight of rippened grain
I am the gentle autum rain

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am no there I did not Die...

I think that's nice to honor those dead by knowing that they live in our memories and that will never change....