My post of missing my mother who passed away earlier this year, wondering what happens in life after death.

 

http://surreallist.blogspot.com/2011/10/bereavement.html

 

Do not stand on 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 sunlight 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.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I do not die.

(Poet: Mary E. Frye)

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Tags: after, bereavement, death, grief, hope, life, prayer., sorrow

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