A FRIEND'S MEMORIAL

A dear friend passed away in February and we just had her memorial service last week because of the storms that prevented her relatives from flying into New Jersey in February. These tulips were on all the tables at the Luncheon we had in her memory. They were so beautiful!
Her sister, at the memorial service, read a poem that she said Barb had kept in her wallet. I asked for a copy of it as I thought it so beautiful.

Here it is:

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 that glints on the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings 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.

-Author Unknown

Barb did not know when she attended another friend's memorial service in August of 2008, that we would be reading this poem at hers.