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 awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
For Molls.
My baby-boy was the same age. It's crushing, I know. I wish I had known about this site then.
@Moll Flanders -- Right back at ya. How are you doing today?
It's been a week since I had her put to sleep and I think I feel worse today. It doesn't help that we have had an awful terrorist attack here with kids being killed. Everything is so depressing.
Sorry to moan, but I think people on here will understand.
It's been a week since I had her put to sleep and I think I feel worse today. It doesn't help that we have had an awful terrorist attack here with kids being killed. Everything is so depressing.
Sorry to moan, but I think people on here will understand.
I'm the same way. Somehow, I tend to shut down emotionally when that sort of crisis is happening, although I keep taking care of whoever is sick... but then, later, it hits me hard. And as you mentioned, that terrorist attack at about the same time probably made everything much worse.It's been a week since I had her put to sleep and I think I feel worse today.