In loving memory of a dear son and brother “Tony” Anthony Arthur, who passed away suddenly October 19, 1973.
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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Lovingly remembered by Alan, Lisa and family.