Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousands 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 - 1932
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Dear Sarah,
I look up from this place, the hazy blue light of the monitor, the gentle thrum of the fish, the stillness of the night, and I see them; the calendar blocks a silent reminder of the days that have gone by. The years that have flown. The love that extends from the island of your heart to mine on this cherished anniversary of your passing. My children celebrated life today with their birthday celebrations and I wouldnt have chosen to be anywhere else on earth. But I did miss you. Somehow eight years have come and gone yet I can still hear the lilt of your laughter, the sunshine of your smile, the benediction of your friendship and it is a salve upon my heart that yearns to talk with you, my arms that long to enfold you in affectionate embraces, and my fervent wishes that you could have been here to share in my children's joy. You are never far from my thoughts-on this day and every one that passes between us.
In loving memory of Sarah Katherine Thiell August 3, 1977- June 25, 1997.
12:17 a.m. - 2005-06-25