Amanda Andrews, 16, of Monrovia, California passed away unexpectantly on July 11, 2012.
A memorial service for Amanda was held on July 18, 2012.
Gravesite location info can be found on an attached photo to this memorial page. (Click on "See Additional Images.")
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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 sun 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.
A memorial service for Amanda was held on July 18, 2012.
Gravesite location info can be found on an attached photo to this memorial page. (Click on "See Additional Images.")
*************
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 sun 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.
Amanda Andrews, 16, of Monrovia, California passed away unexpectantly on July 11, 2012.
A memorial service for Amanda was held on July 18, 2012.
Gravesite location info can be found on an attached photo to this memorial page. (Click on "See Additional Images.")
*************
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 sun 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.
A memorial service for Amanda was held on July 18, 2012.
Gravesite location info can be found on an attached photo to this memorial page. (Click on "See Additional Images.")
*************
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 sun 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.
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