One of your posts reminded me of this poem which used to hang on my refrigerator - my mother spent many years as a hospice nurse, and used to give a copy of this poem to many of the family members of her patients.

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
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
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

My dad spoke these words often before he died. They are so true.

Thanks for posting this. This was said at my dad's funeral and I forgot all about it.

I just sent this to my soon to be daughterinlaw.Her granma passed away a few days ago..
I am thankfull for you sharing it also.