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My grandmother left this world yesterday. And although I do not believe in mourning, it hurts that the biggest influence in my life is no longer with us in carnal form. She was a warrior, raised 6 children on her own when her husband abandoned her. She was my rock, and now she's gone. I only wish to hear her voice again in the winds.



Although we are not Irish, this blessing has always warmed and comforted me..........



Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there... I do not sleep.

I am the 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 waken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of gentle birds in circling flight...

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry—

I am not there... I did not die...