These are two of my favorite poems on this subject I did not write them and authors are unknown, they were both printed in our local new paper a one time or the other, but they both sum up my feelings on this topic.
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 gental autumn's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die!
And this is the other poem, that I like!
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little-but not to long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the Love that we once shared,
Miss me-but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to Home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me - but let me go.
I truely love both of these poems, because they both express exactly how I feel about death and dieing! I must admit who ever the authors are they sure had my thoughts in mind!