"Do not stand at my grave and weep," I recite a poem that I remember reading when I was in the seventh grade.
"I am not there. I do not sleep." I tried to tell my friends this when they come to my grave.
"I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow." I try to tell them that I'm with them. Not in person, of course, but there non-the-less.
"I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain." I whispered into Scott's ear as he and Lydia visit my grave once again. I think Lydia heard me, she repeated it to Scott.
"When you awaken in the morning's hush- I am the swift uplifting rush," I run my hands through his hair when he wakes up in the morning. I know he feels me, he smiles.
"Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night." On Isaac's late night runs, I sing with the birds, and I fly through the sky.
"Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die." They no longer cry at my grave. They know that I'm no longer there. I may have die, but I am not dead.
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Hey guys! The story name is the poem's title! Hope you all enjoyed!