I am clumsy with words when this kind of thing is presented to me so here's the only thing I can do on a post

I went sent this a couple of weeks ago after my uncle died ....I am still struggling with his death and having many moments of tears but also many smiles of remembrance
It brought me comfort....hope it brings some to u


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

shit, this made me cry.
I really do hope there is some wonderful place where all lost loves reunite/reignite. That would be so beautiful. ah! dammit! now I gotta wash my face or something before someone asks me why I'm crying.

I was sent this a couple of weeks ago after my uncle died ....I am still struggling with his death and having many moments of tears but also many smiles of remembrance
It brought me comfort....hope it brings some to u


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
[Edited 7/12/07 16:38pm]

Ocean said:

My dad left a copy of this in his dresser for my mom to find after he had passed away.

It is done.

We laid him to rest this morning

I went to the pub near his house on the way home.....had a Woods navy rum and left him a double behind the bar....just in case he pops in on his way home.

Sweet dreams brother

God that's sad.

But also really beautiful too.

I had a phone call on my way home today, from my Dad.
One of our dear family friends Leonard Nash passed from a heart attack at 5 this evening. The doc said it was a heart attack but it wasn't ....it was a long slow death from a broken heart.
Len was a huge strong man. He fought cancer for years, we all thought we would lose him years ago but he fought and fought for one reason....Cathy...his dear devoted wife, they fought together. They were like kids the 2 of them, always loved up and holding hands, despite 35yrs of marriage.
I used to sit and talk with him about my grandfather, you see Len was a navy man and had served in the same areas as my grandfather.

Then something went wrong, his happy strong Cathy was diagnosed with breast cancer and within 8 months was gone.

At that moment we knew his will was gone.


I remember at the church when we buried Cathy i snuck a hip flask with his name engraved on it in to the church. It was full of Woods Navy rum, his favourite tipple. We drank together and he smiled and told me that he would never forget that moment when we both drank to her.

Today his wish came true and somewhere and somehow they are together.

I am sad but happy too.

Sweet dreams friend and hug Cathy for me.

I hope you took it with you....


[Edited 7/12/07 10:51am]

minneapolisgenius said:

Indeed. With the background Phil gave us it's really rather sweet. Death isn't easy. It's heartbreaking when it's those around us, and frightening for many of us when we consider our own passing, but put in this kind of context it gives a better perspective that I think brings reassurance and an optimism that I for one found very touching. It's a reminder to think about individuals and how they lived, as I'm sure most of us would like to be considered upon passing away. We may die, but oh how we lived! If people, somebody, anybody was touched by our being alive, it's ok. It has to happen and it's great to be missed and then remembered for how we were.

My grandmother died this morning too.