My wish is to be cremated. Give my organs and usable tissue to those that need them and burn the rest.
“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep” by Mary Elizabeth Frye is that gentle reminder that, although I may be gone, I’ll still live on in memory.
“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep” — Mary Elizabeth Frye
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.