A poem

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

Author Unknown

(contributed by Jeffery via a friend) 


...and then, the rest of the story.... 

 

Is this karma or what?

While packing up the car for the trip to MIchelle's for the Celebration of Life gathering of friends and family, Dorothy just happened to grab up Jay's collection of martini shakers.  When Grant and I arrived, we noticed that people were carrying around these over-sized martini glasses, all with 2 olives.   Everyone was pretty much whining that they didn't really like martinis, so I asked why they were drinking them and Kathleen explained that Jay had once told her, while sipping martinis at home in Tobin, that she should mix up a big batch of them at his funeral and everyone should drink one in memory of him.

She then pulled out a piece of paper and shared that when she'd dumped the ingredients for the martini into one of his silver shakers, she noticed something white floating around inside, and when she pulled it out, she'd found a poem.  She then passed it over to me to read, and.....

It was the poem Jeffery had sent me 2 days ago, that his friend in New Orleans had shared with him to give him comfort and which he'd sent to me to include on Jay's blog.

!!!!!!!!!!