In the days ahead there is a lot of thinking to be done:

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

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.


Permit me to tell you a little of the poem. It was left in an envelope for his parents by Steven Cummins, a soldier killed by terrorists in Northern Ireland, to be opened in the event of his death. The origin of the poem is not known but the message is obvious.

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Strength in depth

I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul