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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
He was the kindest, gentle human. He opened my eyes to his kind of music, Marilyn and Pink Floyd to name a couple. He was a huge part of my middle school/high school years. I will always have so much love in my heart for him. Stairway to heaven by Led Zepplin and Wish you were here will always be our songs. Miss you already, Jiminy B.
Love Tiffany Rae Welch (Olson) *first loves*