Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the gentle Autumn rain, I am the sunlight on ripened grain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there...I DID NOT DIE.
Today I am in Canada. The prairies remind me of my dad. He loved the prairies when he first moved to Sask. from Ontario. I wonder what happened to change his mind... suddenly he loved the mountains. Sigh. I miss him. I miss him every day. Some minutes I forget and then when I remember it takes my breath away.
posted by pokergirl at 1:21 AM
i am an old lady. i turn 35 very soon and am pretty sad about that. i have friends who are excited about maturing and the changes that will bring in their lives. not me. i think about my youth fondly and not without some nostolgia. i am an avid poker player and a fiercely loyal friend. i love my partner and the life we have built together. i am blessed and don't always take the time to acknowledge that. one of the most amazing blessings in my life was my father. now that he is gone i feel that loss like a wound daily. this site is for you daddy. you are never far.
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