Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

“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 sunlight 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.”

Mary Elizabeth Frye
I love this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Dedicating it today to all those who are mourning the loss of Paul Walker. Keeping his family and friends especially close in my prayers.

So true about Grief

“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp…” -Anne Lamott

How To Love

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because when you pick it up, it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.

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Appreciate the people God has gifted to you. He’ll need them back some day.

For everything you gain you lose something else and for everything you lose you gain something else.

In the Wake of Grief

When you lose someone who is the most important part of your life, your world changes. And so do you. Inevitably and irreversibly, you’re not the same person that you were before the tragedy.

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But this must be seen for what it is, a blessing. The silver lining in an otherwise black hole of loss. See, some people only get to live one life, but some are given two. Perhaps, as we each navigate this world and our relationships, we can all see it as a new beginning, a second chance at life, each time we cycle round and round.

Whispers of the Wind

If I listen closely to the wind, I can hear him say, “I miss you. Don’t let your dreaming end. But my most important wish is that one day you love again.”

June 11, 2013. A Year Looking Back.

Hard to believe today marks a year. A year of pain, longing and questions but also a year of healing, growth and indescribable grace. I question whether we can fully comprehend the sweetness of life without first experiencing its bitterness. Today, as I miss my best friend like always, all I can think is what an incredibly sweet gift it was to do life with him. I treasure every memory.

The Value of Tears

I used to be scared of tears. I thought tears meant weakness, an inability to deal with life’s hardships. But one cannot know the supreme value of tears until he has cried his weight in them. It is then that we realize their beauty, strength, and power. Tears are a gift from God. The healing shower to our soul. 

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These days I cry at the drop of a hat. There’s no shame in my tears. Crying is a beautiful thing. Where there are tears, there is love.