December 31, 1909 to July 11, 1998
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there - I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you wake with morning's hush,
I am the swift-up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there - I did not die.
Daddy, I miss you,
Love,
Marilyn
NEXT WEEK I WILL HAVE CHURCHES ON AGAIN.
5 comments:
Good Morning Everyone,
Happy Father's Day to all the men out there.
Marilyn
Very nice Marilyn,
My father died way too young and I miss him.
Tom The Backroads Traveller
Good Morning Tom,
I am so sorry, Tom. As you can see, my Dad was older when he passed, but I still miss him, too.
Marilyn
I was 18 when my daddy died, he was 48. I still miss him, after all these years.
jodie from MO
Hi Jodie,
My heart is with you. A friend asked me to go out to dinner with them today and I turned her down. I can't on Father's Day or Mother's
Day.
Marilyn
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