Reply #10: Hey there, Velma...

[CaliforniaPeggy]

You and I haven't spoken much, I think, but I feel compelled to reach out to you in your sorrow, and try to help...I have a short poem that might help: I sure hope it does.

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 glint 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 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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