My Nanny died, in a flare, and can't get a fill
I understand your loss. Last year I lost my sister and still cry when I think about it. This was posted on my facebook today by a friend about her loss and thought you might like to read it. (((((HUGS)))
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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there: I did not die.

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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there: I did not die.


