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 starlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you awake in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die By the - Unkown soldier I have just found out of Charlotte's passing on my 31st wedding anniversary. Charlotte was my bridesmaid and she was so intelligent, funny and enchanting at 5 years old. These traits obviously carried her through her wonderful life. I chose this poem for Charlotte because of her love of nature and life. Our thoughts are with you. Love Stef and Jim xxx