I came across this poem yesterday - I was looking through some poetry books in my Mother's house. She had bookmarked this one, probably some time ago. It's for everyone facing the sadness of bereavement whatever the cause:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 autumnâ€™s rain.
When you awaken in the morningâ€™s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in clircled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there I did not die.