Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - for all of mum's wonderful friends who aren't able to join us at her funeral today. I very much hope that we can all get together to share wine and stories and celebrate her life in the not too distant future. 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’s 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 Frye