Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye.
This poem was read out by my cousin at my Grandad's crematorium service in November, and I read it out for my own memorial service I had for my uncle in January because I couldn't be there for the funeral.
I find it very moving.
Rest in Peace, Donald Stanley Lindop (1920 - 2008) and Anthony William Lindop (1947 - 2008)
Emotional
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Much appreciated.
Hope all is well with you x
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Yours is cool too : )
Peace x
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