I’ve been carrying you in my heart for 31 years. You were mine once, but I wanted to play the field. You wanted a husband, family and children. Before I knew I could love no one else you had married and it was too late. It’s breaks my heart that sickness has taken you now.  D.B.

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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye