George Otis Minor, age 19, died as a result of an automobile accident in Terre Haute, Indiana on June 15, 1962. Survivors include his mother Martha M. Minor Rains and a brother S.B. Minor and a sister Zelphia Minor of Middlesboro, Kentucky;three aunts: Cora Duncan, Hazel Hoskins and Bonnie Underwood, all of Middlesboro, Kentucky. Burial was in the Hensley Chapel Cemetery, Middlesboro, Kentucky.
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.
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.
George Otis Minor, age 19, died as a result of an automobile accident in Terre Haute, Indiana on June 15, 1962. Survivors include his mother Martha M. Minor Rains and a brother S.B. Minor and a sister Zelphia Minor of Middlesboro, Kentucky;three aunts: Cora Duncan, Hazel Hoskins and Bonnie Underwood, all of Middlesboro, Kentucky. Burial was in the Hensley Chapel Cemetery, Middlesboro, Kentucky.
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.
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.
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