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 glint on snow.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uprising rush
of quiet birds
in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
The above passage was
inscribed on Robb's Memorial Cards.
Click the links below for
some brief words from some of Robb's Family
and Friends.
The Robbie I Knew
By:
Robert Wasilewski
