Lisa's birthday was March 23. I'd like to post this old poem in memory of Lisa and all of our friends that have passed on. We really miss you, Lisa.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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
(To hear a lovely version of these lyrics sung by Sandra O'Neill, click the attachment below).