JEANNE DOUSSIS

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JEANNE DOUSSIS 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 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. - Mary Elizabeth Frye It's been ten years and you will always be missed by your daughter, family and friends.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jun 25, 2014