tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737149064220281943.post777301214549389963..comments2023-06-29T03:23:12.138-06:00Comments on A Violet life for me: The ugliest thing I have ever seenMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03285428857033727987noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737149064220281943.post-90016714785863131342014-03-24T21:40:29.903-06:002014-03-24T21:40:29.903-06:00I love that poem Kerry. So much. Thank you.I love that poem Kerry. So much. Thank you.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03285428857033727987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737149064220281943.post-65821744330764135672014-03-24T14:38:26.038-06:002014-03-24T14:38:26.038-06:00Oh, Michelle… Michelle, Michelle. I weep for you. ...Oh, Michelle… Michelle, Michelle. I weep for you. This is not right. This is not fair. My heart is aching for you, and I want more than anything to be able to bring her back to you and end your pain… :(<br /><br />I was just a kid when I first read this poem on a sympathy card after my grandfather passed, but it's always stuck with me. It's how I remember my loved ones, and how I want to be remembered someday, too. Maybe you've read it too. Your post reminded me of it, so I'm going to share it here.<br /><br />Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep<br /><br />Do not stand at my grave and weep <br />I am not there. I do not sleep. <br />I am a thousand winds that blow. <br />I am the diamond glints on snow. <br />I am the sunlight on ripened grain. <br />I am the gentle autumn rain. <br />When you awaken in the morning's hush <br />I am the swift uplifting rush <br />Of quiet birds in circled flight. <br />I am the soft stars that shine at night. <br />Do not stand at my grave and cry; <br />I am not there. I did not die. <br /><br />Mary Elizabeth FryeKerry Harrisnoreply@blogger.com