I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the snow on the mountain's rim,
I am the laughter in children's eyes,
I am the sand at the water's edge,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 star that shines at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
I would like to thank all those who made Heera's surgery possible. God bless you all. As I said earlier we all did our best.