Reverence

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 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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye

I debated long and hard about posting this blip. It seemed such a terrible invasion of privacy, the public posting of a moment so personal that I couldn't even believe I considered it. But in some way I wished this couple could know that I understood their grief. I wished that by observing their sorrow I could help them through a difficult time in some way. All I could do is send them a silent thought of compassion and thanks for reminding me of how we are all linked by moments like these. I hoped somehow they knew that those of us who have lost loved ones would always understand.