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 mornings 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

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Pictures taken in 2001

     Old friends reunite after many years