Aimee Kay Peterson

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. Max and Jak, your mother was one of the kindest most beautiful person to ever grace this planet. I hope that you know how much she loved both of you. Know always that she loved you. Curt, my thoughts and prayers are with you at this time and I can not express in words how sorry I am for your loss. Thank you for loving her so much. She truly is an Angel.