Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, Iam the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, Iam the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling 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. Thank you God, for a life that was an example to us all. Annette, we promise you that Thanga and Priyan will never be alone. Smile as you always did. Heaven has a beautiful new angel! Mahen Fernando