I'm don't know the author, but I felt something when I read this and wanted to put it here so I wouldn't lose it.
"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 sun that you see glow.
I am the birds in circled flight;
I am the moon that shines so bright.
I am the twinkle in the sky at night;
I am the rain that falls so light.
I am the gentle autumn breeze;
I am the one, who now is free.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.“
~Sue