Don't Not Stand At My Grave And Cry.

Written By Kudostogil.

A/N I don't not own CSI. This is just short story I wrote to Say my goodbyes to Warrick Brown.

It was a warm spring day, the sun was high and it was starting to feel more like summer. This was the day of Warrick Brown's funeral. Every one, who was any one, was there who knew this man that they all came to know. A man who worked at the LVPD Crime lab for nearly 12 years is now laid to rest. A man that this group called one of there own.

As the group of friend gathered around the grave site, the Minister opened with a prayer.

Once the prayer had been said the podium was handed to Gil Grissom, their leader the father figurer and their friend.

As Gil Grissom stood at the front of these people, he has come to know in one way or another; he stood and cleared his throat to speak. Trying to set comfort in the best way he knew how.

Grissom: As crime scene investigators, we meet people on the worst days of their lives. The phrase we trained to offer them, I'm sorry for your loss. Doesn't offer much.

Today is the day we remember a friend, no a family member to all of us in the night shift. I've personally come to think of him as a team mate,.. friend,.. and a son. Im reminded of when I first met Warrick, he was barely out of collage and came to work with me. He was enthusiastic about his job. Wanting to put away the bad guys, and eager to learn all he could about forensic. I lead him through some of the most horrific crime scene and he still came back for more. As time grew on he became one of the best in his field of audio visual analysis. I know his Grandmother would have been proud of him. I'm proud of him as I know you all were too. He will sorely be missed.

I have a poem that I would like to share with all of you today and maybe give comfort you in this day of sorrow.I I'm proud of Audio/Visual AnalysisAudio/Visual Analysis Audio/Visual Analysis

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 DIAMONDS GLINT ON THE SNOW.

I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENING GRAIN.

I AM THE GENTLE AUTUMN'S RAIN.

WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING HUSH,

I AM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSH.

OF QUITE 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.

(Author unknown)

As I stand here today I say Farewell my son, I will miss you until I see you again.

With out missing a beat Gil Grissom relinquished the front and came to stand with is family and friends. A lone tear fell from his Eye.

The funeral came to a close with a 21 one gun salute. The folding of the flag that draped across his coffin was given to Gil Grissom. He was the only one left of his family and it just seemed right at the time.

The friends and family of Warrick Brown watch as they lowered His coffin into the grave. A few people said there good bye and few stayed for hug. But Gil Grissom stayed behind too stand at he grave and said his last goodbye.

Finished

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