There was one last thing to do on this trip.
At that little resort outside of Cancún, in the small grove of coconut trees with great views of the sunrise, you can lounge in a hammock and hear songs carried by the breeze. And when the music fades there’s always the sound of the ocean just steps away, under the stars and moon.
That’s where I left a little of my sister and mom.
I read the poem mom requested (below) and started crying on the last couplet. This was my first ceremony to honor my sister’s spirit and the moment compounded.
They will love it here.
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.
– Clare Harner
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