Thursday, March 25, 2010
Zora, Paul, Jack, Nathan and all of the Borkovic Family - Although there is nothing that anyone can say to make this easier, I wanted to share a poem with you. May you find some comfort in the words contained herein:
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the sunlight on ripening 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
- author unknown-
We love you all, very much.
TGT
