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.
Isn't that beautiful!! I am not going to be buried, I don't want a "funeral", I want a celebration of life, and this is perfect for it. Thanks for sharing!!
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 . . .
