From The Roundhole

I lost a dear friend of mine yesterday. It was an interesting frindship in that I had never met her face to face. But we chatted on the phone, spent hours online sharing with each other, and just recently I had been invited for a visit to meet her and her husband. She cheered me when I was sad, helped me when I needed a friend, and always made me laugh. I am so glad to have known her, she will be missed. The following is something she wanted all her friends to see, so I am sharing here for her with all of you.

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in 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 cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary E. Frye

I will miss you my dear friend.