Nicola Gilbertson

17th February 1958 to 9th December 2013

Nic in Morocco Nic in her garden
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.


Nicola at Ivinghoe Beacon 2000

Nic with Baby Elizabeth 2001

Nic with Baby Matilda 2002

Nicola's garden 2003