Our Great Bear has moved on.
1 min readI am having this poem engraved on our father’s memorial plaque:
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.
I’m trying not to weep.
He had been fighting cancer for years, covid brought the end, too soon.
I still see him in my mind, he will always be there, our Great Bear.
