In death's footsteps

[Dawne' Dominique]

Bobby, a tribute to you and your brother:

I always feel reget and sadness when I hear of a death, whether in my family or a friend's family. When I lost my father, he was the first person that left me, and the first death I ever had to deal with it. Our daughter was three years old, and my father died when he was the same age I am now. The scars and hurt remain forever, and I've learned that time doesn't heal the pain...it just makes it more bearable to live with it. My father requested a certain poem to be read at his wake. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I had no idea this poet was related to us, but he is, and I'm so very proud of it.

Now, whenever I hear such sad news, I find myself reciting this wonderful piece of writing...and I always smile.


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
For 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 wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
For I am not there, I did not die.
Dylan Thomas

[Chiron O'Keefe]

Beautiful poem and beautiful words, Dawne'.

--Chiron

[BobbyRobert]

Doll, thank you very much. It means a lot to me to know I have such kind and feeling friends on WRDF! Bobby

[Dawne' Dominique]

Thank you Chiron. {{{hugs}}}

[Dawne' Dominique]

You are most welcome, Bobby. I felt a wealth of emotions when I read your message. I just thought I'd share something that gives me a little comfort...and hoping that it found you too.

[BobbyRobert]

Sure did doll, it touched me very deeply! Bobby