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 mornings 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.
(http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/edeagle2.gif) Goddess Bless America and rest unto peace, all of the brave departed warriors of the United States and her ally Nations, that gave it all in the spirit of honor, duty, and an unwavering commitment to freedom. You shall be missed, you shall never be forgotten.