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Without knowing the specifics of your relationship, many prayers.
Betsy - Who was David?
Betsy, I'm sorry for your loss. I recently lost a neighbor I had become close to. I know it is an often-used poem, but I always find myself returning to it, when I grieve a loss. I hope it brings you some comfort. I'll be praying for you.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 hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf 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.Love,Karen
oh shit.i'm so sorry. hurts. i know.
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