I am still moved by this beautiful prayer read by your brother Paul in loving memory of your beautiful self...
"Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep"
I give you this one thought to keep
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 sweift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
Do not think of me as gone-
I am with you still - in each new dawn
(original poem has been attributed to Mary Frye)
Peace and love my beloved friend.
Your tenacious fight for justice and fiercely loving walk inspire me without end.FWGU
