Mountainspirit wrote:"We see your smile in each new morning sun
Your laughter flows from the rushing stream
The sound of your footsteps follows us
On a mountain path in the rustling of the leaves
In the quiet of softly falling snow, we are warmed
By happy memories of you.
Memories are forever."
Quote is from a stone carving along the "Five senses trail in Beaver Creek.
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye