Thank you for setting up this memorial to Joan.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it will become a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to
LHCH Charity
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 sun 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.
From Mary Elizabeth Frye