today the family sent by email a compilation of the condolences received, the text of the poems read and eulogies delivered at the wakes, as well as other email announcements about the final scattering of ashes, and a long email from a close friend of uncle which described each day of the wake and funeral for those who were unable to be there. one of these was mary frye's do not stand at my grave and weep.

	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.