I read this poem at her funeral because I believed it is what she would have said, taking into account her love of her garden and all things to do with nature. - Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die. I have many memories of Nita as she was involved in many memorable family instances, but there are few pictures because she always seemed happier in the background.