DARRALL

Anne

November 22.

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 ripended grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When youawake in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.

With all our love, Dad, Sister Susan, Brother-in-lawDave, and Niece Lucy.

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