Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 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 light
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.
We will remember your easy laugh, your warm smile, your thoughtfulness and your generosity of spirit. We will remember your courage in the face of adversity, your gentle ways, your quiet strength. Goodbye, Anne, we will hold you close always in our hearts.