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 sun 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.
It's what we want to believe. We don't cry because our loved one is dead, we cry because we won't ever see or talk to them again and we will miss them. We are crying for ourselves. Someone...
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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I'm saddened to hear of the loss of your loved one. I know for a lot of people, the last two years have been extremely difficult. I lost my mother to Covid 19 on 11 April 2020, followed by the loss of my father-in-law on 26 April 2020 to septicemia. My father passed away in my arms on 28 December 2020. I thought that this loss was enough for anyone to deal with. On the 5 April 2021, my 15-year-old daughter, Millie, took her own life. We don't choose to pick up the baggage of grief or bereavement, but it's in our bag that we carry for the rest of our journey. It doesn't get lighter or disappear. We become conditioned to carrying it. How we achieve that, I don't know. We just do. At the crossroads on our journey, for some, it becomes too heavy for them to move forward. For others, it weighs them down, but they still find a way to put one foot in front of the other. Life never gets easier, just less difficult. I hope you can all find strength to continue living.