Wednesday, January 26, 2011

grateful...or not.

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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush, 
I am the soft 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.


I love this poem.  For the most part I don't stand at his grave and cry. I stand there and think about all the good memories we had. I talk to him like hes listening. He's still one of my best friends.

Sometimes when I look at people's facebook statuses it disgusts me.  People complain about the smallest things.  Oh your husband is away for a day...OH NO!  Should the world come to an end for you.  The way they WHINE about it sure seems like it.   MY HUSBAND IS NEVER COMING BACK PEOPLE. You don't see me posting that as my status every other day.  
I think people forget to be grateful about what they do have rather than what they don't have for that particular moment in time.

My rant is over.


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