On this day of Remembrance for the victims of 9/11 and Benghazi and all of our Troops, I thought this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye was appropriate. I read it at my Grandmother’s funeral and it has been a favorite for years.
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 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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye