To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die. -Thomas Campbell
Yesterday my husband and I took flowers to the cemetery for my mom. It will probably be a daily visit this week since the 18th is the Anniversary of her death, and her birthday is on the 24th.
The first year of her death I was making sure she always had flowers, but as we all know, life gets crazy and difficult to accomplish all that we intend to do, so its been awhile since my last visit.
I'm not one that stands by the grave site crying or talking to her - that's not me, but I will always acknowledge her passing and birthday with her favorite flower - roses.
Have an incredible Sunday!
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 Frye
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