Remembrance

This was sent to me by my colleague and friend of almost ten years. I know he would not mind me sharing it with you. I cannot even begin to imagine how it would feel to lose a child but pride I know is one in this case, although perhaps not the primary one. I think most of us can look back at our families and find the mark of war but today it is this one that brings that to me most poignantly.

We should always remember.

At Gary's funeral this poem was read and I although I never met him I felt it perfect for his remarkable spirit and that of his family.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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