24 November 2008
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
(Post revised on 30 November 2008)
Today is the anniversary of my Dad's passing. Shortly after he died, I stubbled across this poem, copied it, and attached it to the bulletin board in the kitchen of our family home. I read it often, with the faint hope that it would provide some solace and peace during some of the darkest days and months of my life.
The years have passed and normalcy has long since been redefined by the loss of my father (and later my mother). Regardless, my love for my dad is forever strong.
I miss you Dad. I think I always will.
Do Not Stand by My Grave and Weep by Mary E. Frye
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 sweet 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.