Dearest Mark’s Sis, I am so very sorry to read about Mark. I know he put up a valiant battle but I also know he is now at Peace. He was very lucky to have you on this terrible journey and I am sure he was so proud to call you Sis! When ever you feel up to it we would love to hear about your amazing brother, Mark.
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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. By Mary Elizabeth Frye
For everything beautiful that you see
will bring a memory of me.