Obituary for Victor Santiago
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush ,
Of birds in circling flight. I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom. I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing. I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there - I did not die.