Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Indian Poem Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of birds circling in flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not here. I do not sleep. Dear Robert, James, Jan and families: You were so blessed to have such a wonderful Mom. I always looked for her and had a nice visit at the annual Cedar Point Cocktail parties. I hope it helps in a small way to know that we will miss her too. Thinking of you all at this very sad time. Jill and John Crosby
