Dont stand at my grave and weep;Iam not there,ido not sleep,Iam a thousand winds that blow,Iam the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumns rain, When you awaken in the morning hush..I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry;Iam not there.Idid not die. Ray it was wonderful to have meet you,you were a true Gentleman rest in peace my friend.love Marie and Andy xx