Yesterday, 4.24.2009, Uncle Wolf passed away after a year-plus battle with laryngeal cancer. As mentioned previously, his cancer returned and was terminal. He was in hospice care at home, and had a wonderful RN who was an incredible help to him and Aunt Sam. I know he was comfortable in his last few weeks and I am so glad that he was able to spend it with his wife, family, and friends in the sanctuary of his own home instead of a hospital room.
That said, it doesn't make it any easier to have lost him.
I was first exposed to this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye when the Singing Statesmen commissioned a piece called Weepe Not that is based on it. It helped me deal with my Grandpa's death, and it reminds us that while the person may no longer physically be with us, their spirit and memory will live on.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
peace and love,
m
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