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.
|Flower arrangement by Glen Farmer of The Flower Shop
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.
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.