Janeys Journey

Selected Verse

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's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quite 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.

See ya Sunday Mom

My mom died on Monday.  She looked more at rest than she had in a long time.  We promised her that she wouldn't have to go in to a hospital or hospice but could stay at home.  So the hospital bed was in the living room facing the patio window and the blue sky.  The morphine and other meds kept her painfree and asleep for the last 2 weeks.

 

The funeral is on Friday and she'll be with my dad.  When they first moved here over 20 years ago they went for a drive.  When they came back I said so what did you guys do today?  Oh we bought plots.  Everything is paid for.  Well that's nice.  And we bought one for you too.  Ok, that's nice.

I think this picture is the last time we ever really got along.  But almost every Sunday after my dad died I'd go to lunch with her.  And when she didn't want to leave the apt anymore I went there.  So when I cry now I think it mostly for me.  Her pain is gone.  Only now there's no where to go on Sundays.