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Shirley Marie Draper (Doyle)
May 15, 1926 - August 14, 2014
DRAPER, SHIRLEY MARIE ( nee DOYLE)
At her daughters home, who lovingly cared for in her final days and with family by her side, on Thursday, August 14, 2014. Predeceased by her husband Pat Draper. Loving mother of: Patricia Blondin (Dave), Paul Draper (Brenda), Dianne Draper, Timothy Draper (Gayle), Barbara Draper (Bill Freeman), Irene Bowes (Steve) and predeceased by David, Larry and Nancy. Cherished by her many grandchildren and great grandchildren. Dear sister of Joseph Doyle (Alma) and predeceased by sister Barbara Doyle and brother Tommy Doyle. Survived by sister-in-law Olive Doyle.
At Shirleys request, there will be no visitation or funeral service.
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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken
in the morning 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.
At her daughters home, who lovingly cared for in her final days and with family by her side, on Thursday, August 14, 2014. Predeceased by her husband Pat Draper. Loving mother of: Patricia Blondin (Dave), Paul Draper (Brenda), Dianne Draper, Timothy Draper (Gayle), Barbara Draper (Bill Freeman), Irene Bowes (Steve) and predeceased by David, Larry and Nancy. Cherished by her many grandchildren and great grandchildren. Dear sister of Joseph Doyle (Alma) and predeceased by sister Barbara Doyle and brother Tommy Doyle. Survived by sister-in-law Olive Doyle.
At Shirleys request, there will be no visitation or funeral service.
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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken
in the morning 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.