Bad storm this week, lost power for over a day and night ... but all are safe ... weather warms up to 90's by weekend ... little Mattie visits, Banshee almost accepts the Damcat ... pet therapy, several new friends ... lots of mowing, sunburned arms ... the first anniversary of Angel Ginger's passing ...
From a friend
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of birds circling in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep...
(anonymous)
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