"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 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die."

Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932

(November 13, 1905 – September 15, 2004)

Mary Elizabeth Frye was an American housewife and florist.
Remember, Reflect, Respect and Retell to the next generation.

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

“Let us always be inspired and may the flame of remembrance
within us never be extinguished.”


K.