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 E. Frye, 1932 ~

Farewell Dear Friends
Until We Meet Again

Lion Malcolm Giblin

Lion Ray Still

Lion Richard Wood