Do Not Stand At My Grave

I needed to hear this today. It's a frank reminder that even when we miss someone, they aren't gone. They are here, just not in the form we are used to. I still talk to my grandmother when I need to, aloud, because I know that somewhere...she can hear me.

Do Not Stand At My Grave -- Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.