Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
poem her told dad me to read...
I do not want to move on i feel as thou i been ripped apart and i now know il never ever get to see, kiss, cuddle her again and its so hard, lol ya no she actually said in time she wanted kids with me first then get married, wud be happiest day of her life
