WALSH ROBERT 1st 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 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. I love you da. See you down the road, just beyond the rainbow’s end. St Joseph pray for him. Sadly missed by your loving son Bobby.