Remembering My Mother

Audrey Rita Paepke Christie

July 14, 1922 - May 14, 1995

God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be
So he put his arm around her and whispered, "Come with me"
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer and fade away
Although we could not bear to lose her, we could not bid her stay
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands laid to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best

-Author unknown-

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's 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

-Anonymous-

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