Several people in my life are going through a rough patch right now, specifically, someone related to them have passed away. Having attended several funerals in my own short life, I know how hard the grieving process can be. I also know that sometimes, it's hard to find the right words to say to those in grieving.
Although the following are not my words (I actually came upon the following poem a long time ago and recently rediscovered it), I want to let these people know that I am thinking of them and I hope this poem provides them with some consolation:
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 sunglight 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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