I Grieve...

Our family has suffered a loss...

The words just aren't there...

It's a long story, and not a simple one.

I may not speak of it again ever.

I don't know.

My son and his tribe need your prayers, the Lord knows why, you needn't know specifics.

My oldest child grieves, so do I.

I will say no more...

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.