"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

Made in memoriam my grandfather. A man who loved me and helped to teach me so many things, and a man who filled in the father role when my own father neglected and left us. His loss was intense and continues to cause distress. I am trying to go back to my life as it was, but it is a struggle. I lived for 29 years with him.. and the last 12 days have been a struggle. The last 12 days have felt like years.