In Loving Memory Of
MICHAEL ALAN LEWIS
Oct. 7, 1992 – Aug. 19, 2009
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 ripening grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hushed light, I am the up-fling of birds in 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.
Love, Mom and Genevieve XOXO