Tuesday 16th June.
The style of blog today is very different, the reason will be immediately clear.
On Sunday 8th June, Lesley Mudie lost her fight for life. She was a friend with one of those wonderful voices on the telephone; you could hear her smile as she spoke.
We will miss her; the large number of people at yesterday's service of Thanksgiving for her life showed clearly that we are not the only ones to feel that way. Andrew Mudie gave a reading which I have always found moving; yesterday, more deeply than ever. Here is the poem.
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.
Lesley Lorraine Mudie
26th July 1946 - 8th June 2009
