Subject: Oh my god, I'm so sorry.
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Posted on: 2016-03-28 15:40:00 UTC

Do you mind if I share a poem I found when my papa died?

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.


*offers all the hugs*

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