This is just a repost of a note in remembrance of my Dad. He passed away 10 years ago today at the age of 77. I can still vividly recall his almost-nightly phone calls. We’d chat about all kinds of things; things like family life, health, religion, and sports. It’s hard to believe it’s been 10 years already.
Rest in peace, Dad. I miss you, yet I know you’re spirit is still near…
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 glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
And the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
– A poem read at Dad’s funeral
My Dad and I with the Stanley Cup at Rendez-Vous ’87 in Quebec City
Thanks, Mike for posting this beautiful note about Dad. He was indeed a very special man and we all think of him every day. I read your post to Mom yesterday and she was teary. She was very pleased that we had all thought of posting something about Dad yesterday.
We were actually going to attempt going to the cemetary yesterday but then the snow started falling quite heavily. We both pointed out the line in the poem that says “I am the diamond glint on snow” and we said that Dad was with us at that moment.
We love you and miss you Dad.