Michael Christopher Seguin
Son, Brother and Uncle
December 7, 1992 - July 30, 2011
Memories of his beautiful smile will warm our hearts forever!
An angel by our side.
This poem could have been written by Michael himself:
DO NOT WEEP
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.