In Loving Memory of Ramon Troy Pfob
October 5, 1962-November 12, 1962

(Gone But Never Forgotten)

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

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. 

Author Unknown

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December 2, 2003
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