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 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.
Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Memorial Day, celebrated every last Monday of May, is the day to remember the sacrifice of the fallen heroes.
Though many a poem has been written in their remembrance and songs sung of their bravery, yet words cannot do full justice to the hardships a soldier endures. Some become martyrs, those that survive are left scarred forever.
Who kept the faith and fought the fight; The glory theirs, the duty ours. -Wallace Bruce
We take this moment to pay tribute to soldiers and dedicate this presentation to them and their brave families:
A salute to our true heroes!