My deepest sympathy to Monica,Greg,Pam and Thomas and all their family. It was with great pleasure to care for "Polly" and she will never be forgotten. Her laughter, her spirit of giving and our walks or just watching the fine things while sharing a blanket on the front porch will all be cherished. Suzanne noble Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep 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 soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. By mary frye