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 sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn 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..... A legend has left us mere mortals to fly free and keep watch... Safe travels doc