John's uncle, John Mocko, asked that this be posted:
"One day, the sky he loved so well, parted, and God reached out and took him by the hand."
"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.
I am not here,
Search your heart,
I am there."
- Author unknown
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