My Grandad passed away this morning at 05:15 am ...
He's been fighting with lung cancer for half a year now.. but he got ill with Pneumonia...
I will never forget you...
This all went by so quickly .. I still can't understand it....
Rest in peace grandad
This "poem" has always given me comfort.. :
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye -