I give you this one thought to keep –
I am with you still – 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 sweet uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft starts that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone –
I am with you still in each new dawn.
-Adaptation from Mary Frye’s “Do not stand at my grave and weep”
Yesterday saw the loss of a beautiful and loving soul. A man I loved deeply. Did I tell you enough that I loved you? I hope so.
Emotional pain is a beautiful thing. That pain is evidence that you’ve allowed yourself to do one of the most important things in life: to love. I do wonder if the degree of pain is proportional to the amount of love. Because it hurts. Bad.
I want to thank my Uncle Mark for a few things. I don’t know whether I ever personally thanked him, but I hope he’s hearing my words now.
Still Miles to Go 