This poem which we chose for my dear young brother in law’s prayer card has been quite comforting and uplifting to many in grief:
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’s gift of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the Autumn’s gentle 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
His children especially embraced this, and you could see they felt less overwhelmed by such a complete loss. Their grief was eased by feeling he was around them.
The tactile, tangible references were the particular touch points they could relate to.
But every adult had the same exact response.
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