Poem "I´m Not Here" Don´t stand by my grave and weep, for I´m not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond´s glint on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn´s rain. When you awaken in morning´s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circle 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. Dear friends and family of our dear Terry, our thoughts are with you all today and always. Condolences from Ann-Marie, Wolfgang and family.