01/27/2024
Do not stand by my grave, and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand by my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
— May Frye
The loss of a pet is a hard time for anyone and out heart goes out to everyone that is going through this ❤️❤️😢😢