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 sun 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.

The other day was a bad day at work and I ended up crying in the office bathroom, longing to just talk to my parents and gran (i called her ouma) one more time.  I heard a car stop outside the office and I imagined it was them coming to fetch me for the day.  I tried to imagine what it would be like if God let my parents leave heaven and come visit me one day, just to tell me things will be okay and that they love me and are looking down at me from heaven.  I left the bathroom with red eyes…