I Am Not There by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932) 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 glint on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. In memory of “talent scout”, mentor, good friend for years, and media colleague, Roger Layson (April 4, 2011). We will miss you so much.