I Did Not Die Mary E Faye Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 forever cry. I am not there. I did not die. I like this Poem because it sums up how I feel. I wish that I could go to my grandads grave more. I wish I could find comfort in doing that, but I just remember the day they put my grandad in the ground and all I wanted to do was jump in after him. I kept thinking "how can they do that to my grandad, he's worth so much more than some hole in the ground in some cemetary". I know he's around me, I know that he hears my thoughts and listens when I cry out to him for help with every step of my life. Yet only once has he come to me through my dreams, and it was the nicest thing I had ever dreamt, there was some mistake and my grandad was back from the dead and he was alive, talking to me. I talk to my grandad less and less... although I think of him all the time. I will always be my grandads girl, and forever miss mouse.