WALSH Robert 2nd Anniversary In loving memory of my father Robert. RIP 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 sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings 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. I love you da. See you down the road, just beyond the rainbows end. St Joseph pray for him. Sadly missed by your loving son Bobby.
