Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

May 25, 2013

Flower arrangement by Glen Farmer of The Flower Shop

I went to the place where my brother was buried today.  I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry uncontrollably.  I sat on his grave and quietly remembered.  I always end up consumed with thoughts about what our lives would have been like if he hadn’t died.  I know that he is miss terribly by all of us.  


         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

                                                        Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
~Mary Frye

I’m glad Gabe isn’t old enough to understand what happened yet.  I’m not sure how you explain that to a child.  I want Gabe to know his Uncle and not remember the horrific way he died.  Gabe deserves to believe in, and have faith in others.