Sometimes even those of us who are considered "experts" in the field of communication are at a loss for words, especially when it comes to comforting a friend in sorrow. For my dear friend whose brother recently passed away, I selected the poem below. It says everything that I cannot. This is for you, my dear sweet sister. May it bring you some comfort in this difficult time. Love you.
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.
"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"
by Mary Frye, American poet
(1904 - 2004)
Jennifer Furlong has 25 years’ experience in the communication field and teaches communication and public speaking courses in the Savannah area. She earned a B.A. and M.A. in Communication from George Mason University in Fairfax, Va. She currently resides in Richmond Hill, Ga. with her family of canines, felines, and humans. Let's be social! Follow me on Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter. Just look for Professor SpeechLady. See you in cyberspace.
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