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Well, here's something I just thought I would share with you all. This little poem/prayer has always been something we bring out whenever anyone passes on in our family or friends of the family. My dad went and searched it out again for someone to say at Grampa's funeral.. It's always been special to my family, so I thought I would share. I'll cut it in case someone might want to skim over it.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you wake up in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the moon and stars at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there,
I did not die
For everything beautiful that you see
will bring a memory of me.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you wake up in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the moon and stars at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there,
I did not die
For everything beautiful that you see
will bring a memory of me.