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  1. Gemma and my mum Elsie was best friends from childhood in Barbadose and remain friends until the end. They were like sisters and Jerry was my godmother. But the family called her auntie Jerry. Auntie‘ you will be sadly missed by the Rice family. Poem. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am 1000 wins that blow. I am the diamond lint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you’re awaken in The mornings hush I am the swift Uplifting rush. I’ve quite 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. From Marcia Shirlene and family rest in peace Jerry.

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