Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain
When you wake from sleep in the early 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.

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Shirley was an awesome sister and best friend. For the first time in her life, she had finally had control and was forced to make descisions on her own, but that independence didn't last for long. She was ripped from our lifes in a matter of seconds. Someone waited for her to get home and in a blink of an eye she was dead. She can now finally rest. No more anixety, no stress or worries and no more fears. R.I.P. Shirley Girl!

 

 

 

 

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