Entrance to the Schenectady Central Park Rose Garden

 

Words of Remembrance

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 Frye

The Albany Times-Union obituary checking is by Jim Stolis.
The Schenectady Gazette obituary checking is by Jon Whitney.
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