I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's gift of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the autumn's gentle 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.This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Kimberly Joy Witt who was born in Massachusetts Wareham on January 19, 1959 and passed away on June 29, 2001. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.
I would like to tell you a little bit about my relationship with my mother whom I loved more than anyone on this Earth. But first of all her physical beauty. As you all know she was a true lady and carried herself with grace. Her beautiful red hair and her peaches and cream skin and her soft green eyes is the memory that I have imbedded in my mind. She was always there for me when I needed her. She wasn’t off playing tennis or having her hair done. Mom gave 110% and was always available for us. She was a religious and intuitive person. She was always right and most importantly had the right attitude in a crisis. Always telling us kids that it was going to be ok, that she wasn't scared to die, she knew Pop was up there waiting for her and that the place she was going to is more then words can say.
