"Do not stand at my grave & weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond's gift of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the autumn's gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifiting 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. She is in HIS arms, pain free and perfect. She will be missed.