IN MEMORIAM Patrick Harlan Groah Sep. 3, 1960 - Dec. 7, 2002 "Sometimes God picks his flowers when they are at their most beautiful bloom on earth." 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 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. Love Tricia, Terra & Rebecca