This poem has got me through many lost loved ones in my life. Maybe it will help you to. Love to all....... 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 and cry, I am not there. I do not die.

Dear Family We are all thinking and praying for you all. When I think of uncle Tommy I think of the time he spent in Oregon with us and I think of him laughing and joking all the time and of course teasing us girls. When I think of Uncle Tommy I think of my Dad and how much I miss him. When I think of Uncle Tommy I think of how thankful I am that he's with my Dad and out of pain. We are all thinking of you all and praying for you.. We love you.. And we are missing Him.. The Prettyman and Whiteman Family.