Re: something quiet for the passing of a friend -- R.I.P Patrick Sean Braithwaite

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Date Posted: 00:27:57 07/07/03 Mon
Author: david dawson
Subject: Re: something quiet for the passing of a friend
In reply to: david dawson 's message, "something quiet for the passing of a friend" on 00:24:49 07/07/03 Mon

>mary went to see ashley today to let him know hie
>friend patrick was no longer with us. he is of cource
>upset at losing patrick and was sadder that he never
>knew and could not be there to hold his hand, so to
>speak. i am posting these here to say what ashley is
>unable to say here himself. i never knew this young
>man either but another soul has passed across the
>divide and settled in it's new home. rest in peace
>patrick and may your family know peace and remember
>the son that brouht them pride and love.
>
>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 gentle autumn rain.
>

>When you wake in the morning hush,
>I am the swift, uplifting rush
>Of quiet birds in circling flight.
>I am the soft starlight at night.
>

>Do not stand at my grave and weep.
>I am not there, I do not sleep.
>(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
>I am not there, I did not die!
>Mary Frye (1932)
>
>

>
>Weep Not For
>Me
>

Weep not for me
>though I am gone;
>into that gentle night.
>Grieve if you will but not for long,
>upon my soul's sweet flight.
>I am at peace,
>my soul's at rest.
>There is no need for tears.
>For with your love I was blessed;
>for all those many years.
>There is no pain,
>I suffer not,
>The fear now all is gone.
>Put now these things out of your thoughts.
>In your memory I live on.
>Remember not my fight for breath;
>remember not the strife.
>Please do not dwell upon my death,
>but celebrate my life.

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