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 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 soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
Left to cherish her memories; her only daughter, Jacinth Cintron, her younger sisters, Teresita Lugo-Velez and Evelyn Lugo, her nephew, Andrew Bonilla, and her nieces, Serena and Clara Rosa.