My favorite Poem:

A Memorial:

    Do not stand by my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.

    I am a thousand winds that blow;
    I am a 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 circling flight;
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.

    Do not stand by my grave and cry,
    I am not there, I did not die.

                                    - Anonymous.