I Lost My Grandpa

I am so sorry. I know you're going to miss him. I have a way that I keep my lost loved ones close. I have a notebook that I write down the memories as I recall them. There are things you think you'll never forget, but I like to write about them anyhow, just to be sure they're always reachable. I've shared so many stories with my grandkids and the greats too, which I might have forgotten if they weren't written in a notepad.

Just a thought.

Condolences just seem so insufficient.

I think this says it beautifully.

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

Feb. 24/17
7:22 pm
EST