What was the poem read at Almas Funeral?
As far as we can tell, Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep was written in the 1930s by Mary Frye, but there is a long and romantic history attached to this poem – just type its first line into any Internet search engine! 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 weep I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die!
