I'm sorry too...that sounds so chintzy of them and I hope you know her soul is not there in that tin can - it's flying with the angels....
This is really pretty and I don't want to make you cry but thought I'd post it for you....it makes ME cry though - it's beautiful - try to think of her just like this....
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 awake in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush; of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
** author Unknown ** |