From Headchef
I am so very sorry to hear this. Our deepest felt condolences go to you and your family. We met Dawn a few times over the past few years and enjoyed the time spent with you and her. May she rest in peace.
Rob & Liz
Rob & Liz
This is a poem that I like for times like these.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.














