In 2014 Heretic Woman had posted about how she’d lost a family member and how she’d coped with the loss and grief of that and other events. It’s been a while – so how about we talk about how we’ve coped with her loss, what she’s inspired in us, and roast the HELL out of her too!
Do Not Stand By 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 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 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
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