A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...
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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
George and Susan my deepest condolences on the passing of Tia - it is quite obvious to anyone who knows the both of you that Tia was much much more than simply a beloved pet. I hope you will pass through this time of mourning that you will be comforted by remembering the wonderful times you had with Tia.