We all honor our ancestors and this touching poem "Do Not Weep" written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932 (Memorial # 40647533) helps us all in our grieving:

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.

We all honor our ancestors and this touching poem "Do Not Weep" written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932 (Memorial # 40647533) helps us all in our grieving:

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.