I did not design this, Wells Culver did. He is the father of my friend, Emily Culver, who died recently. We will never, ever forget your warm smile, Emily.
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 morning rain. And when you wake in the morning hush, I am the sweet 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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye