I have lovely memories of Mary at Rogue theatre in Tehidy woods with Kate and the kids last year. I remember her laughing when I told her how lovely she looked with longer hair! I thought I'd share a poem that I know which happens to be written by someone called Mary...I am a real believer that your loved ones never really leave and they walk beside you always xx 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!)