...9.1.13...

do you see what i see?

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 bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

- Mary Elizabeth Frye -

she will remind.

in the hearts of our community.

they have come together today.

to play in a softball tournament.

to raise funds to go into a scholarship in her name. 

today is a celebration of Valerie Marie.

may there be much laughter.

filling the skies.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.