quote:
Originally posted by CanadianOriginal
An Irish saying I thought applied (written in pink, no less):
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the 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 waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
My gf once read me that poem, her best mate read her it or gave her it before she committed suicide
I know it ain't the best of subjects, but it's a nice way to remember them
I hope wherever immy is now she's happy and doesn't have to worry about a thing. There really isn't enough you can say about a thing like this