Indian Memorial 

"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 the snow. 

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush, 

I am the swift uplifting rush of, 

quiet birds 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."

We miss you and love you John more then words can say.