Dearest Kada,
Dutch and I send our deepest sympathy in your loss of Lem. We know no words can take away your sorror at this time but be comforted in the thought that we are thinking of you. Below is something that has always brought me comfort during a time such as this:
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle summer rain.
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep
Joyce Fossen