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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 sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's 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.
 
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It's been in a few. It was a quite popular inscription at one point.
 
That is the saying we picked to have on the back of my mom's card at the funeral home.
 
My dad read that poem at my sister-in-law's memorial service, a couple of years ago. After the service, a reception was held at their local pub/restaurant. We took turns telling stories about Claire - we were sharing tears of laughter, much of the time. She would have loved it, and I think it honored the sentiment of the poem.

I hope my family will read it for me, when I finally go . . .
 

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