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 circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.
Robert Hepburn
He had an exuberant personality and a genuine character that made anyone want to be his friend. I will forever hear him saying to me "I'm his monkey" and how much he wanted me to be his daughter. He truly was a diamond among the rough and I was so blessed to be able to call him my grandfather. I love you grandpa.
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