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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of birds in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
2 comments:
I lost my closest friend today. Perhaps that sounds pitiable but as I think of why it hurts so much that he's gone, I realize what he has meant to me. While my wife and daughter are without question my best friends, outside the scope of my family no one was closer to me. At the heart of it all he was my friend and buddy for those long months alone dealing with my back injury. He spent hours keeping me company when no one else could. My family was wonderful throughout my surgery and my wife's role in my recovery can not be overstated, but Geo filled a niche that only a pet can. There was a bond that was formed at his birth that endured to his death and was surely tempered in our mutual affliction. We recovered from our surgeries together and in the end, he again served me as a friend by lifting the burden of deciding his fate. I do not look forward to enduring a loss like this amongst my human companions.
I'm sorry you lost Geo. I know exactly where you are coming from in the conpanionship thing. I lost btow cats and against all my efforts had to give my last one up, I felt I had lost my closest friend too. :o(
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