My friend Jimmy sent this along to me in hopes that it might bring some comfort. It is a beautiful poem and I wanted to share it with my family in hopes that they too might appreciate it as they stand and lay our Monte to rest. I wish there was a line in this about the ocean though for the fisherman that he was; maybe that could be the part about 'a thousand winds that blow'! That's what it feels like on the West Coast when you can see nothing but towering waves of water on all sides and you wonder 'why am I fisherman/woman?!' It was so invigorating though and made you feel very alive.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP by Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am in the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the star shine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I do not die
Life changes quickly. I am so deeply glad that our family had a chance to express our love and appreciation for Monte publicly this last December. If there is something you have been meaning to do, or something you have been meaning to say, perhaps there will never be as perfect a time as now. We all have right now. Thanks Jimmy so much for the poem and for checking in daily with a bit of cheer. To my family, though I am a world away, I stand by your side. I think of Monte laughing.
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I knew Monte from years ago, but we hadn't been keeping up as much lately. I was doing a Google search to see if I could find any contact info, but information is sparse, and I'm also having this sinking feeling that something terrible has happened that I never heard about. If you receive this and can shed any light on what happened, please e-mail me at edwardteach@mailhaven.com thx.
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