In memory of
Gregory Raymond Beuckman
1962 - 2004

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight
I am the soft star that shines at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there...I did not die.

~Thomas Kinsella - Nightwalker