Bruce passed from this earth very unexpectedly this past late Thursday night at his home in Hastings, Nebraska, just short of his 58th birthday. He is survived by his older brother, Leon Hansen, and his youngest sister, Christina Hansen, both of Winter Haven, Florida, and his many much loved nieces, nephews, grandnieces, and grandnephews. We miss you so much already, Bruce. With all our love!
**************
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.
**************
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.
Bruce passed from this earth very unexpectedly this past late Thursday night at his home in Hastings, Nebraska, just short of his 58th birthday. He is survived by his older brother, Leon Hansen, and his youngest sister, Christina Hansen, both of Winter Haven, Florida, and his many much loved nieces, nephews, grandnieces, and grandnephews. We miss you so much already, Bruce. With all our love!
**************
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.
**************
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.
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement
Advertisement
