||[Jan. 24th, 2005|10:26 pm]
When you were born you cried and the world rejoiced.
When you died, the world cried and you rejoiced.
Or something like that.
Do not stand on 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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in a circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
idk, at my funeral, I seriously want people to not wear black - to wear more colorful and cheery clothes. i want there to not be that unspoken rule that you can't laugh or have any fun. Yes, it would be nice if they were respectful, but I hope my funeral is more focused on celebrating my life than mourning my death
I agree... it's like my friend told me... I want my friends and family to celebrate the life I lived... not cry and mourn over the fact that I'm dead...
but that sounds kind of harsh... hopefully it's not taken the wrong way... =P
That's the poem that I read at my Moms funeral. I don't know how I got through it, but it's wonderful.
Did you get it from this? It's a beautiful poem. I'm so sorry that your Mom died. Even though I don't know you, i was honestly really sad when I read taht. *huggles* I wish there was something more I could do
Thank you. *hugs* It's been rough. It was actually at the funeral parlor and a friend sent it to me as well.