|My favorite poem for my Tink...
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 sun 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.
I love you... I know you knew, please be at peace knowing how much you meant to EVERYONE you EVER came in contact with! Love you girlie! Watch over my kids and say hi to Aunt Nancy, Larry and Heather for me!!