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'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.
When I first joined the WINDS I was anxious about playing again, about not knowing anyone.
Right from the start, Theresa made me feel welcome.
Her smile, he welcoming manner, and her continuous concern for others,
regardless of the things she was going through, always came through. I read in an article about her that said she did not want to be known for her sickness. Well, I believe Theresa succeeded, because we will always remember her heart and humanity, not the sickness she battled every day. I will never forget her spirit. What a gift she gave to all of us who had the honor of knowing her. She will be missed.
Peace Always
Steve