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 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.
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Without knowing the specifics of your relationship, many prayers.
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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 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.
Love,
Karen
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