Erik Adrian Johnson April 3, 1972 - July 23, 1989 In Remembrance of...
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 show. 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.
-Author Unknown
Submitted by: Connie Richards
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