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He died 20 years ago. His birthday was November 6. I was unable to post this at that time.
I didn't write this poem, but it fits.
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 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.
I still believe that God took him to spare him further pain.
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Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Sorry for your loss too, Dana. You couldn't have picked a more beautiful tribute to remember him.
Love,
Bette