Brooke was murdered, brutally and without remorse by her on again, off again boyfriend
Brooke's Story, Do Not Forget Me
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 sun 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 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.
{{{Rest in Peace Brooke}}}
(ยฏ'vยดยฏ)
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(ยธ.โขยด(ยธ.โข(ยธ.โข(ยธยธ.โขยจยฏ'โข.ยธยธ.
Heartfelt thank you to Karen Lovy for sponsoring Brooke's memorial
Brooke's Story, Do Not Forget Me
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 sun 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 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.
{{{Rest in Peace Brooke}}}
(ยฏ'vยดยฏ)
'*.ยธ.*ยด
ยธ.โขยด ยธ.โข*ยจ)ยธ.โข*ยจ)
(ยธ.โขยด(ยธ.โข(ยธ.โข(ยธยธ.โขยจยฏ'โข.ยธยธ.
Heartfelt thank you to Karen Lovy for sponsoring Brooke's memorial
Brooke was murdered, brutally and without remorse by her on again, off again boyfriend
Brooke's Story, Do Not Forget Me
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 sun 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 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.
{{{Rest in Peace Brooke}}}
(ยฏ'vยดยฏ)
'*.ยธ.*ยด
ยธ.โขยด ยธ.โข*ยจ)ยธ.โข*ยจ)
(ยธ.โขยด(ยธ.โข(ยธ.โข(ยธยธ.โขยจยฏ'โข.ยธยธ.
Heartfelt thank you to Karen Lovy for sponsoring Brooke's memorial
Brooke's Story, Do Not Forget Me
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 sun 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 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.
{{{Rest in Peace Brooke}}}
(ยฏ'vยดยฏ)
'*.ยธ.*ยด
ยธ.โขยด ยธ.โข*ยจ)ยธ.โข*ยจ)
(ยธ.โขยด(ยธ.โข(ยธ.โข(ยธยธ.โขยจยฏ'โข.ยธยธ.
Heartfelt thank you to Karen Lovy for sponsoring Brooke's memorial
