Comforting words at the loss of our astronauts |

Comforting words at the loss of our astronauts

My husband passed away three months ago. To help me with my loss, my daughter mailed this poem to me. I think with the loss of the shuttle and the seven aboard, it is comforting:

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 a diamond glint on snow

I am the sun on ripened grains

I am the gentle autumn’s rain

When you wake in the morning, hush

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circle flight

I am the stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there – I did not die

God bless you

Grace Daley

Nevada City

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