Willamette Never Had a Better Friend, and Neither Did I

Sue and Judy at Sue's 50th Birthday Party

"Willamette Never Had a Better Friend, and Neither Did I"

by Judy Basker

"to be posted soon"

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye