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# 6 Acceptance and Grief
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet 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.
_________________________________________________ So much about life, as my dear friend Sister Elaine Herold always says, is about grief and the accumulation of all of it as we grow older. We have to let go little by little in large but equally as important, in small, tiny ways. Ways that are so invisible, but when they "hit" us so often we lose our sense of direction...and for a while...our way.
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet 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.
_________________________________________________ So much about life, as my dear friend Sister Elaine Herold always says, is about grief and the accumulation of all of it as we grow older. We have to let go little by little in large but equally as important, in small, tiny ways. Ways that are so invisible, but when they "hit" us so often we lose our sense of direction...and for a while...our way. 
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