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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am soft ocean starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

May some small amount of peace and comfort go to all the falmilies and friends of those lost. Elle