The bridge babes looked around their garden and found an empty place,
Then they looked down upon this earth and saw your loving face,
they put their paws around you and lifted you to rest,
their garden must be beautiful; because they always takes the best.
They knew that you were suffering;
they knew you were in pain,
And knew that you would never get well on earth again,
they saw your path was difficult; and closed your tired eyes.
Then whispered to you "Peace be Thine" and gave you wings to fly.
When we saw you sleeping so calm and free of pain,
we would not wish you back to earth to suffer once again.
You've left us precious memories; your love will be our guide.
You live on through your family, you're always by our side.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you the day the Bridge called you home.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye 
