 |
 |
| 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 diamonds in the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of circled birds in morning 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. . |
|
| Please sign Sam's guest book before you leave.His mother would like to know that you came for a visit. |
 |
 |
| Sam Hughes. He Went Home To Be With Jesus On Jan. 19th, 2000 |
| TRIBUTE |
| IN HONOR OF |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
| Site Map |