Found this again

GrayDragon

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Sep 2, 2009
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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's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
 
My dad read that poem at my sister-in-law's memorial service, a couple of years ago. After the service, a reception was held at their local pub/restaurant. We took turns telling stories about Claire - we were sharing tears of laughter, much of the time. She would have loved it, and I think it honored the sentiment of the poem.

I hope my family will read it for me, when I finally go . . .
 

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