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's rain
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds circled in flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
I am the flowers that bloom by day
I am the fragrance of new mown hay
I am each blade of grass that grows
I am the rush of melting snow
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.

Elaine, you are sadly missed by all those you left to wonder what happened on that tragic day.

Sleep well and dream the dreams of angels.

In Loving Memory of my Son Kyle, who suffered a traumatic brain injury at the hands of a man who struck him in the head with a cement block. He survived in a semi-comatose state for ten months. Kyle was my friend and the light and love of my life. His brother John, girlfriend Allison, Step-Dad Greg and I will miss him forever.