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 on snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am gentle Autumnal rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the soft 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.
Dee
20th February 2017
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Peter.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Wessex Funeral Services on 16/02/2017
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland