Do not stand at my side 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 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.
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 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 Elizabeth Frye
Yesterday was the funeral of my friend. Her daughters read the above ( changing it to side instead of grave)
At her request we wore something colourful and celebrated her life.
It was a time of sadness and tears but we also remembered her with humour and smiles.
She was a lovely lady, very talented and a true and loyal friend. I will miss her greatly but she will always be in my thoughts.
God Bless You DD. x
I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend. ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your loss again my dear Anne. Hope you find comfort in knowing your friend will always be with you and in your heart. My thoughts and heart is with you.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you with love, Anne. xx
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