Do not stand at my grave an weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you waken the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, i do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Laura
8th February 2009
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Alan Wilson.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
8th February 2009
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
8th February 2009