Louellyn P Duncan 1927-2018
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 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
~Mary Elizabeth Frye~
Link to my mothers obituary:
https://boxwellbrothers.com/obituaries/louellyn-pennington-duncan/
Link to her tribute:
https://youtu.be/OJuvXU1dJFA
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