I'm so very sorry, Carolyn........
Maybe this willbe of some help.....
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 sunlight 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 circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die.
-- Mary Elizabeth Frye
Nana