In Memory of Francis Gritzmacher

I know Frank would enjoy the music!

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 sun 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.

"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"
By Mary Elizabeth Frye

Casey - Frank's Aunt - is having a wonderful time in Alaska and is sharing it with Frank. Or is she sharing Frank with Alaska? Either way, I think Frank would love it.

I promised that as people travel and bring Frank's ashes along, I'd post their travels here. I know Frank would be delighted to go to many places and become part of them.
The first reported scattering has come - San Francisco Bay. His beloved Aunt Casey took part of him along on her visit there.




I will also add these to the photo gallery.