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 sunshine on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you awaken in the morning 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 Missing you like crazy Jean. We are having our reunion garden party soon and we know that you will be watching over us.