Lily died this morning on Mothers Day. She was peaceful and I think ready to go. I don't have my own words to say how I'm feeling other than I now understand why this popular anonymous poem has become an anthem for the bereaved.
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 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
Am not there, I did not die.
My thanks to you all for your kind messages and thoughts x