Mt. Rainier, Washington State.
Photograph by Pastoret.
Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
-- Anonymous
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I'm sorry for your loss.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.
~From a headstone in Ireland
I'm very sorry to hear you lost a friend.
Oh, Hedwig, my dear, your blogging neighborhood is bringing by virtual casseroles, virtual hugs and pats on the back and virtual love.
thanks everyone. i appreciate your kindness. i treasure every friend i have, and losing one is a terrible thing.