Thursday

goodbye's and farewell's

wednesday was consistently sad.
it was a beautiful service and the perfect goodbye, but it was just completely strange. i'm so glad i stole some of my sister's waterproof mascara. i was a wee wreck.

'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 mornings 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'

this is the beautiful poem that i read at the service. how perfect, they are such perfect words for my mum and my other brothers and sisters.

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