A poem that i recieved from the Skagit Valley Hospital in  info packet that we recieved with our recent miscarrige, when i read it it made me think of that situation and it also minda made me think about some close people that i have lost in the past, its a good one, do read, keep and pass it on if you feel like it.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand wind that blow

I am a diamond glint on the snow

I am the sunlight on the unripend grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awake in the morning hush

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of the quiet birds in 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.

                                                          -Anonymous