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’s 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.

-Mary Frye. 

Jessica was a woman who spread joy and light. She would not want anyone to cry, she is here with all of us and she will be for the rest of our life. Let us celebrate her time here, she is within us.