Jacobs big smile!

Cherokee Prayer for Papaw

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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 diamonds glint 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 white doves 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.

Ray Loerch Mackey November 20,1925-July 30, 2010