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's 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 star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die in vain as long as my sacrifice is not forgotten. (Author Unknown)
We have lots to be thankful for... don't we? xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteHi Kathy
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant!!!
My dad was a war vet and has just died at 90 with a full military funeral and buried in the war cemetary. It was Oh so sad.
Thanks for following. I shall reciprocate!
Have a great Sunday,
Suzy