This afternoon God welcomed a wonderful soul into his heaven. After a short and merciless battle with cancer, my Dad now rests at peace. As the tears flow and sorrow fills my heart, I remember a poem that I found as a teenager working in his law office. The words now bring me comfort as I remember the man who always believed in me and inspired me to greatness.
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
Today I ask that you pray for us. Although my faith tells me that my Dad is now in a better place, I am struggling to find the words to express the heartache that comes from knowing that his time on earth is through.