My father died... and I miss him

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.'