DaveRICHARDSONRICHARDSON Dave. Do not stand at my grave and weap, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints of 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 swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled light, 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. You will forever be in our hearts, and for those of us left behind, we can consider ourselves all the better to have had you in our lives. Wherever you lay your hat, be at peace my big brother. All our love, always. Bruce, Manjula, Sheka, Rikki and Ben. x x x x x
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