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 the snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swipe 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 Elizabeth Fyre
A Reading
If I should go before the rest of you. Break not a flower nor
inscribe a stone.
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice.
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must. Parting is hell.
But life goes on. So Sing as well.
Joyce Greenfell
SONGS:
Open the Eyes of My Heart
When I Get Where I'm Going
Amazing Grace
Eulogy: Friends and Family
*** Don't close casket until service is complete
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