Although not a regular poster, I always enjoy the views of those that are more knowledgeable and more expressive than myself and Frank was certainly one of those and he had a kind and stabilizing demeanor with his postings. I would like to post the following poem that has served me well over the years.
E. D.

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 the 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 waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
---Mary Frye