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 awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

" Cindy loved children and loved to laugh and her smile was beautiful.

We miss her so much."

With all our love,

Mom, Theresa, Audrey, Terry and Rick