Our dear Cousin Lydia was a woman of God. She was so loving and compassionate to others. Growing up, we witnessed these wonderful Christian characteristics. Cousin Lydia, has left a legacy of kindness in words and deeds. Sleep on beloved and take your rest, we will miss your encouraging words. A poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye ‘Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep. I am a thousands wings that blow, I am diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circle 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…’ With Love, Elmeneta, Moreen & Sharon 🙏🏽