posted on Oct, 4 2014 @ 09:13 AM
A person that departs from this earth never truly leaves, for they are still alive in our hearts and minds. Through us, they live on.
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 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
Please accept my condolences, she will not be forgotten.