One year on. The wind and rain stayed away. Me, Mum and Marjorie took some of Dad's own flowers, from his garden to the cemetery. He lives on in his garden, as well as in our hearts.
Iain
16th October 2011
I Did Not Die
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.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled 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.
dawnne mcgeachy
25th October 2010
No matter the weather or his mood your dad always had time for a wave and a smile. God bless.
Dale McArthur
23rd October 2010