My father died... and I miss him

My father died

On Sunday night of april the 26th my father died.

He had cancer, so his death stopped his suffering.

But I still miss him...

Finding comfort

I'm finding comfort in my daily runs, and this beautiful poem that's widely attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye:

'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 the snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;.
I am the gentle autumn's rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush, 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft star that shines at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry. 
I am not there.'

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