This weekend, I lost a dear friend–taken from this earth too soon.
It was a shock, really. We thought she’d outlive us all. She was so young with so many hopes and dreams and plans for her life. All of that is gone now.
But she is at peace. She is with the angels.
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.
May we never forget how short life is.