Jessica Martin Weeks

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Genealogy is the best form of sharing. It takes all of us working together to piece together our lines. I'm really passionate about our ancestry. It means a lot to me to try to preserve our history for future generations.

I am a direct descendant of:
Orville Duane Martin and Ethel Calvert Brightwell
Arch Anders and Mary Emaline Danner
Mary Anders and Jack Fowler
Edna Martin and Frank Fowler
Rosetta Mason and Andrew William Calvert

My spouse is a direct descendant of:
Archie Clarence Sweet
Sammy J Weeks
Levila McIntire Sweet
Joseph Farnum Liles
Alice Cordellia Carl
Elmer Cylvester Reese
Cleo Virginia Paris
James Edgar Potter
Ruth E Moreland

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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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.

Genealogy is the best form of sharing. It takes all of us working together to piece together our lines. I'm really passionate about our ancestry. It means a lot to me to try to preserve our history for future generations.

I am a direct descendant of:
Orville Duane Martin and Ethel Calvert Brightwell
Arch Anders and Mary Emaline Danner
Mary Anders and Jack Fowler
Edna Martin and Frank Fowler
Rosetta Mason and Andrew William Calvert

My spouse is a direct descendant of:
Archie Clarence Sweet
Sammy J Weeks
Levila McIntire Sweet
Joseph Farnum Liles
Alice Cordellia Carl
Elmer Cylvester Reese
Cleo Virginia Paris
James Edgar Potter
Ruth E Moreland

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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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.

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