We discovered that travelling long distance in a car with two small children is challenging/foolish/a logistical nightmare. However, the scenery, as always in New Zealand, was beautiful.
This website
This tutorial which I look forward to making.
And the following poem...
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.
Mary Frye
Sorry to hear your news.. xx ps, lovely blog banner.
ReplyDeleteI am sad for you.
ReplyDeleteCountry drives are the best. I love that photo of you taking photos. The poem is beautiful. I think that people spirits live forever.