Mrs. Lelia Pearl Crandall (1921-2008)

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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

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Lelia Crandall is Immortal and this is why

Immortality is attained by the number of lives you touch and the love you share…though your body may die your memory will forever live in the minds and hearts of the ones you touch and share your love with.

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I can see my mother in the light.

Her eyes are shining, her strength revealed.

Her halo glimmers, so grand and bright.

Her bandages are gone; her wounds have healed.

She lifts her hand to touch my chin.

She wipes away my flowing tears.

I rest my gaze on her loving grin

as her words begin to resound in my ears.

“Cry no more, my darling child.

God has given me a new home.

And though life’s battles are sometimes wild,

He won’t let you face them all alone.

He’ll hold your hand; He’ll kiss your cheek

when your heart has lost its way.

If His Guiding Hand is what you seek,

His triumph will reward your enduring faith.

Don’t grieve for me now, for I am well.

God has allowed me to suffer no more.

He chose my life away from Hell;

and I live today beneath Heaven’s sun.

I find my voice from within my throat.

I love you so much I sadly cry.

My heart is filled with nostalgic hope.

I close my eyes and slowly sigh.

I stare into her soft blue eyes and

I begin to cry like never before.

She is so beautiful, so very wise

and I long to be held in her arms once more.

You gave meaning to my early years.

You comforted me with the softness of your voice.

And through each battle, you wiped my tears

and gave me a reason to rejoice.

I bring my hand to touch her face.

Once again, my tears begin to flow…

She holds me in her warm embrace.

I know it is time for my angel to go.

She winks at me and disappears.

I know that what she said was true.

God has saved me from all that I’ve feared.

And He gave me my mother to help me through.

Though now she’s gone, she lives within my heart

I won’t forget how her ...

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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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

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Lelia Crandall is Immortal and this is why

Immortality is attained by the number of lives you touch and the love you share…though your body may die your memory will forever live in the minds and hearts of the ones you touch and share your love with.
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I can see my mother in the light.
Her eyes are shining, her strength revealed.
Her halo glimmers, so grand and bright.
Her bandages are gone; her wounds have healed.
She lifts her hand to touch my chin.
She wipes away my flowing tears.
I rest my gaze on her loving grin
as her words begin to resound in my ears.
“Cry no more, my darling child.
God has given me a new home.
And though life’s battles are sometimes wild,
He won’t let you face them all alone.
He’ll hold your hand; He’ll kiss your cheek
when your heart has lost its way.
If His Guiding Hand is what you seek,
His triumph will reward your enduring faith.
Don’t grieve for me now, for I am well.
God has allowed me to suffer no more.
He chose my life away from Hell;
and I live today beneath Heaven’s sun.
I find my voice from within my throat.
I love you so much I sadly cry.
My heart is filled with nostalgic hope.
I close my eyes and slowly sigh.
I stare into her soft blue eyes and
I begin to cry like never before.
She is so beautiful, so very wise
and I long to be held in her arms once more.
You gave meaning to my early years.
You comforted me with the softness of your voice.
And through each battle, you wiped my tears
and gave me a reason to rejoice.
I bring my hand to touch her face.
Once again, my tears begin to flow…
She holds me in her warm embrace.
I know it is time for my angel to go.
She winks at me and disappears.
I know that what she said was true.
God has saved me from all that I’ve feared.
And He gave me my mother to help me through.
Though now she’s gone, she lives within my heart
I won’t forget how her compassion was unsurpassed.
She’s watching me from Heaven; and we’ll never part,
for hers is the love that will always last.
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For my brother and sisters

The Lord has called her back home,
to the heavenly blue sky forever to roam.

The gates open to a woman who has her ticket in hand,
and as she walks inside she is greeted by her special man.

And as the Lord greets her we just begin to grieve her on earth,
the loss of our loved one has made us hurt. But the Lord has called her home where she shall forever stay,
Leaving us behind to deal with this day
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For my sister Debbie

A memory drifts in, and takes me by surprise.
I’m back there again lost in your eyes.

The pain as intense each time I return.
The loss, as achingly new when will I learn

I feel you sometimes your spirit close by.
I shut my eyes, And I wonder, ‘You left me – Why?

Tears touch my face, But when I put my hand up
To wipe them away, There’s nothing there.

“No more crying” – I hear someone say.
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The first woman I’ve ever loved
would brighten my day with just a hug.
The first time I saw her it was love at first sight
she is my hero, she is my light.
I love this woman like I’ll love no other.
She is my friend…..

She is my mother.
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A Tribute to Mother

Your hands once busy through the day,
You didn’t have much time to play.
The little games I asked you too,
You never had much time to do.

You’d wash my clothes and sew and cook
And when I brought my picture book
And asked you share my fun,
You’d say: “A little later, Hun.”

You tucked me in all safe at night,
Hear my prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door.
I wish you’d stayed a moment more.

For life is short, the years rush past.
A little child grows up so fast.
No longer are you at my side,
My precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear.
That all belongs to yesteryear.

Your hands once busy, now lie still.
The days are long and hard to fill
I wish we could go back and do
The little things I asked you to.

But that’s OK, cause I love you still.
I always did and I always will.
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The song sung by Linda Ann

Home Sweet Home

Walking a long life’s road one day
I heard a voice so sweetly say,
A place up in heaven I am building thee, a beautiful, beautiful home
(chorus)
Home sweet home,
Home sweet home,
Where I’ll never roam
I see the lights of that city so bright,
My home, sweet home

Life’s day is short I soon shall go
To be with him who loves me so
I see in the distance, that shining shore,
Of my beautiful beautiful home

Home sweet home,
Home sweet home,
Where I’ll never roam
I see the lights of that city so bright,
My home, sweet home

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