|LOVED working out|
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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
No need to feel sorry, I am very comfortable about the situation and have come to terms with it all. Tony and I were best friends and were very close. I have no regrets in the 22 years we had together. And I'd like to think we still are close.
With whatever it is you believe (I accept ALL forms of religion) I believe that he comes around time to time. From what I've experienced to what his friends and my own have experienced, Tony loves to visit in dreams. He never talks - he's just... there and present.
|He was ornery|
One dream was nothing but him and I sitting in beanbag chairs playing Nintendo. The ORIGINAL Nintendo. He smiled and held my hand. It was so peaceful and perfect.
I follow a few Death blogs to hear and witness what others are going through or have experienced and I read the following article today. So interesting...
The Death Writer: Working with Death Wednesday: Photographer
|Mom's prized rose bushes|