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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
my heart goes out to his whole family, his parents Andy and Sharon, his brothers Gareth, Dean and Ryan, his Granparents Ken and Pauline Backhouse
he will never be forgotten and now joins his Great Uncle William Backhouse on the towns roll of honour
Rest in peace young man xx
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
my heart goes out to his whole family, his parents Andy and Sharon, his brothers Gareth, Dean and Ryan, his Granparents Ken and Pauline Backhouse
he will never be forgotten and now joins his Great Uncle William Backhouse on the towns roll of honour
Rest in peace young man xx