Sonja Dagenhardt

May 28, 1950 to January 21, 1999

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 in ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of birds circling in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

Author Unknown

My aunt was 48 years old when she died. I never thought that it could happen to me. . .that someone in my family would be killed by a drunk driver. It is hard to believe I will never see her face again or hear her tell me to clean up my room. She will never see me graduate from graduate school next spring or get married next May to the man of my dreams. She never had a chance to hear that I was engaged. The hardest part to accept is that I never got to say good bye and to tell her I love her and willnever stop loving her. She was a very caring and lovable person that always thought of others first. Maybe by letting everyone read this, it will let people know how wonderful she was and that it can happen to anyone. Never take life for granet and always say I love you to the ones you love.

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