January 25, 2013
For My Dad
Today is the 4th anniversary of my dad's passing so I wanted to remember that with the poem, "Don't Stand at my Grave and Weep." Miss you, dad, but I know a part of you is still with me.
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 sun 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 circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.