❤ When you speak of her, speak not with tears.
For thoughts of her should not be sad.
Let memories of the times you shared give you comfort.
For her life was rich because of you.
❤Author unknown
Lynn
10th April 2019
❤ When you speak of her, speak not with tears.
For thoughts of her should not be sad.
Let memories of the times you shared give you comfort.
For her life was rich because of you.
❤Author unknown
Lynn
10th April 2019
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.
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Diane
10th April 2019