MCGLINCHEY, Shayne

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 the snow. I am the sunlight that 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 star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. Shayne McGlinchey Precious son and brother The special years will not return, when we were all together, but with the love within our hearts, you will walk with us forever. Mum, Dad, sisters and their families.