Juanita Cockrell, called "Mitty" by her father, was the daughter of William Clinton Cockrell (1889-1961) and Jessie Fae Shaw (1902-1988). She married Edwin Raymond Southard (1914-2005) who was the son of William Southard (1891-1978) and Flossie Maize Hite (1893-1968). When she died of Hodgkin's, her only child, a daughter was only three. She was only 26.
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 hush,
I am in the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the 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 hush,
I am in the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
Juanita Cockrell, called "Mitty" by her father, was the daughter of William Clinton Cockrell (1889-1961) and Jessie Fae Shaw (1902-1988). She married Edwin Raymond Southard (1914-2005) who was the son of William Southard (1891-1978) and Flossie Maize Hite (1893-1968). When she died of Hodgkin's, her only child, a daughter was only three. She was only 26.
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 hush,
I am in the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the 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 hush,
I am in the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the 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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