EDITH'S FAREWELL

Today a small group of friends and family scattered Edith's ashes at this beautiful church in the Qu'Appelle Valley in Saskatchewan. Thanks to Don Graham for reading the following piece.

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 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.