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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 the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circles 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.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you......
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Hi Curtis, that was very beautiful. Did you write it ? I can sympathize with your friend. All my family is dead and the last one to pass away was my mom 14 years ago. It has been very lonely for me at times and I thought this passage you posted was very heart warming. I was in my early 20's when my mom died and it has at times been unimaginely rough for me to handle.
aqua
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Sorry I dont know the name of the person who wrote that. I know I lost my brother and my grandma told me the poem. He wasnt dead he lives on in every beautiful thing.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you......
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I have no words to use that can thank you for reminding me of these simple truths. There are times I forget. There are times that I can do nothing but remember with regret. But I do remember one thing through it all. Those we love might leave us for a time, but not forever, and they're never truly far.
Thanks again. Though you do not know me and didn't have me and those I love and have lost in mind, this simple message has touched me.
Cya on the other side
Robby
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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