Harriet F. Rearick

In loving memory of Harriet F. Rearick June 4, 1943 - March 12, 2012

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 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.

Every day we see signs that you are watching over us.

We all miss you so much, but we know we will see you again someday.