Hello To all again…1 year after my Mom’s passing

Pamela, I sure don’t know where the time goes but it is good to see you one again. Grief has no time frame and it has no set rules, we all deal with it the best we can and honestly it does get easier down the road.

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’s 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. By Mary Elizabeth Frye