In Memory of an amazing soul

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

 

It's your birthday today. You would have been 37. 

 

What if you were still here? I imagine you would be in the middle of another adventure, travelling an exotic country, climbing another mountain, running through an unexplored trail. In my mind you still are. 

But that's how it is. You live in all our memories and through everything we do that you have taught us. That is how we honour you. Even when you are gone, you are still the teacher and we are your students.

In memory of an amazing soul (5/6/76-11/11/11)