My Grandpa
He worked in the Orange Groves in Frostproof Florida. He moved there from N.C. I remember he would always mail us big huge boxes of fresh Oranges, Tangerines and Grapefruit for Christmas. I sure do miss him.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I am not asleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the gentle coat of snow.
I am the light showers of rain,
I am in the fields of ripening grain.
Of beautiful birds in distant flight,
I am the star shining only at night.
I am in the flowers as they bloom,
I am the quiet that fills a room.
I am the birds that love to sing,
I am each and every lovely thing.
Please Don't stand at my grave and cry,
For I'm not there. I did not die.
The Cemetery listed for him may be wrong. I am researching to correct it.
He worked in the Orange Groves in Frostproof Florida. He moved there from N.C. I remember he would always mail us big huge boxes of fresh Oranges, Tangerines and Grapefruit for Christmas. I sure do miss him.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I am not asleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the gentle coat of snow.
I am the light showers of rain,
I am in the fields of ripening grain.
Of beautiful birds in distant flight,
I am the star shining only at night.
I am in the flowers as they bloom,
I am the quiet that fills a room.
I am the birds that love to sing,
I am each and every lovely thing.
Please Don't stand at my grave and cry,
For I'm not there. I did not die.
The Cemetery listed for him may be wrong. I am researching to correct it.
My Grandpa
He worked in the Orange Groves in Frostproof Florida. He moved there from N.C. I remember he would always mail us big huge boxes of fresh Oranges, Tangerines and Grapefruit for Christmas. I sure do miss him.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I am not asleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the gentle coat of snow.
I am the light showers of rain,
I am in the fields of ripening grain.
Of beautiful birds in distant flight,
I am the star shining only at night.
I am in the flowers as they bloom,
I am the quiet that fills a room.
I am the birds that love to sing,
I am each and every lovely thing.
Please Don't stand at my grave and cry,
For I'm not there. I did not die.
The Cemetery listed for him may be wrong. I am researching to correct it.
He worked in the Orange Groves in Frostproof Florida. He moved there from N.C. I remember he would always mail us big huge boxes of fresh Oranges, Tangerines and Grapefruit for Christmas. I sure do miss him.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I am not asleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the gentle coat of snow.
I am the light showers of rain,
I am in the fields of ripening grain.
Of beautiful birds in distant flight,
I am the star shining only at night.
I am in the flowers as they bloom,
I am the quiet that fills a room.
I am the birds that love to sing,
I am each and every lovely thing.
Please Don't stand at my grave and cry,
For I'm not there. I did not die.
The Cemetery listed for him may be wrong. I am researching to correct it.
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