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.
Remember how hot those slides got?
That’s a proud papa right there.
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.
Look at you living all dangerously on that metal slide!
Beautiful picture! So very sorry for your loss…
How did we survive metal slides? I can still feel the burn
Condolences about your dad.
I’ll bet you were hardly sliding, but it felt like a hundred miles an hour.
Sorry for your loss.
My skin remembers how sticky that slide was if your skin touched it in any way.
I’ve also been putting together a slide show for my dad’s funeral this weekend. Hang in there, man.
This is pure magic. THIS was one of his best moments because I know it was one of mine. Also, I can hear that slide and feel it.
This photo is a treasure. So sorry for your loss! 🖤
You both do look extremely cool! Sorry for your loss.
Sweet kicks 🤩
This is beautiful, man.
BRB
Great picture!
This is a fun picture. Sorry for your loss
What a lovely photo. I’m sorry for your loss.
Looks like a cold day