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.
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.
No matter the weather or his mood your dad always had time for a wave and a smile. God bless.
Dad had a good life. He worked hard, supported his family through good times and bad. He will leave a huge gap in many peoples lifes but there is comfort in knowing he is now with my brother Neil.
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Willie. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.