I love my sis  swandog

We were talking about something very private and painful this afternoon, and it has been 6 months since I lost my father. This is what she has sent me, and it is the most comforting thing I ever got from someone. It makes you cry and cry warm tears that are not piercing your soul, but cleaning this ugly, suffocating pain away. Thank you so much, Swannie. <3

"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 sunlight 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 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."

by Mary Elizabeth Frye