For Kimmie

We lose people all the time, who mean a great deal to us. I know of people here, who have dealt with a loss, such as this, and it is never easy, and always unbearable.I have learned on my own, that those who have the biggest impact in our lives,will
inevitably also leave the biggest void in our lives, when they pass. I tend to think love lives on, is some capacity we have yet to understand, after all, how can something as beautiful as love truly die. When confronted with losses, or anniversaries of a loss, I think of this poem. I hope it brings you some comfort, or reassurance, Kimmie, of better things, and times ahead.Know you are in our thoughts and prayers.

Hugs.


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 that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.


I am a wind on the deep waters,
I am a shining tear of the sun,
I am a hawk on a cliff,
I am fair among flowers...

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
(1862, Christina Rossetti, 1830-1894, English poet)

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.


(1862, Christina Rossetti, 1830-1894, English poet)