EDLIN SIMON Do not stand at his grave and weep, he is not there, he does not sleep. He is a thousand winds that blow, he's a diamond glint in the snow. He's sunlight on ripened grain, he's the gentle autumn rain, of quiet birds in circled flight, he is the stars that shine at night. He's not there he did not die. Love to you always Simon. Nan and Grandad. Steve and Lisa, Anthony and Rachael, Michelle and Kevin, David and Maryanne, Paul and Jason. XXXXX