Still very shocked...no words...no understanding...but trying to keep believing in the good.
R.I.P Steve, we will meet again.
My biggest sympathies to your family, friends and fans.
Goodbye Steve-THE VOICE!!
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)