Do not stand at my grave and weep..

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 glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there,
I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

i miss you so much ayesha. i dont understand death and dying yet.. dont know what it is to die and somehow dont buy all the explanations given. i just know what was, what is, what i see and know happens.. you must be in a better place.. i just wish you were here.