poem
This poem was printed and framed for my Grandpa's funeral, and then put out again at my Grandma's. I really like it and thought I would just post it here.
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 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.
Other random news is that my trip to Walla Walla was cancelled (only couldn't get the plane ticket refunded) due to a broken down car causing the person I was visiting to not be there. But yesterday he got into Seattle and then ended up staying til this morning cause he couldn't find anyone to pick him up at 1:30am when he would have gotten in, so we got to hang out a bit and I am slightly less annoyed at the trip being cancelled now.
Back to work.
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 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.
Other random news is that my trip to Walla Walla was cancelled (only couldn't get the plane ticket refunded) due to a broken down car causing the person I was visiting to not be there. But yesterday he got into Seattle and then ended up staying til this morning cause he couldn't find anyone to pick him up at 1:30am when he would have gotten in, so we got to hang out a bit and I am slightly less annoyed at the trip being cancelled now.
Back to work.