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Deepest Sympathies to Ray and the children. I know nothing eases the pain of this moment yet,but in time you'll remember to retrace the tracks she left through your lives with fondness
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 sun 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.
Death is nothing at all. They have only slipped away into the next room. They are still themselves and you are you, whatever you were to each other, that you still are. Call to them in the easy way you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as you always laughed at the liittle jokes you enjoyed together. Let their name be always the household word it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should they be out of mind because they are out of sight? They are waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
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