In remembering a dear, inspirational person, i feel privileged to call Glenda my aunt. She was an amazing communicator to any and all ages, a gracious host and an engaged community member as well as a loving wife and mother. She captivated all who knew her. She was graced with an infectious laugh that tickled both the ear and the heart. I'll never forget those 'bright eyes'. May heaven rise up to meet you.
Well i thought it would add this poem that i came across so please enjoy:
"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 in circled flight
I am the sole star shining at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.:
(Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932.)
