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In loving memory of Hula Debe Nalu, who left us all alone on Easter Sunday, March 23, 2008.
Sadly missed by husband Malum and children Malum Jr, Gedi, Moasing, Keith; relatives in Iruupi, Western province and Australia; in-laws in Lae and Port Moresby; plus friends in Lae, Goroka, Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea, Australia and the world.
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
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ReplyDeletebless, brother.
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