Patulla Ebony passed away on Saturday, Dec. 11, 2010.
Patulla loved life to its fullest. Family was very important to her. Patulla touched many lives during her short journey here on earth.
She was preceded in death by her mother, Marina Martin.
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 sun 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
Rest in Peace Pattula
Patulla loved life to its fullest. Family was very important to her. Patulla touched many lives during her short journey here on earth.
She was preceded in death by her mother, Marina Martin.
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 sun 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
Rest in Peace Pattula
Patulla Ebony passed away on Saturday, Dec. 11, 2010.
Patulla loved life to its fullest. Family was very important to her. Patulla touched many lives during her short journey here on earth.
She was preceded in death by her mother, Marina Martin.
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 sun 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
Rest in Peace Pattula
Patulla loved life to its fullest. Family was very important to her. Patulla touched many lives during her short journey here on earth.
She was preceded in death by her mother, Marina Martin.
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 sun 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
Rest in Peace Pattula
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