
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
LABER. _ Herta My dearest mother Herta passed away September 9, 2018 at the age of 98 years. Her intelligence and wit will be missed by all that knew her. Her parting words to you all are. 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 glint in the snow. I am the sunlight and the ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. I am the magpie's morning song. I am where all things eventually belong. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die. Be at peace with Alfred and Shirley. I love you Mum Tom A Private Cremation will follow
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