November 11, 1980 – July 4, 2014
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 rain
When you awaken in the morning 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.
Stay gold Mark! See you in the mountains.
Love you and will miss you forever,
Dad, Kathleen, Jesse, Gage and Brittney