I didn't realize it that day but my sister Rose was to start my journey to healing by reading the following verse at the cemetery. I am eternally grateful for her love and caring and strength.
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
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