Blase Scarnati

In loving memory

of our

beloved

husband, father

and

grandfather,

Blase S. Scarnati

who passed away

12 years ago today.

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 sunlight on ripened grain,

I am gentle autumn’s 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I’m by your side.