I was going to send a snail mail letter of sympathy, but I decided this the best way to get my heartfelt thoughts to each of you. This Hopi prayer was sent to me when my mother completed her circle of life. I found it very comforting.
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 sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning light and the morning 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.
This gave me much needed peace. Sal Turner
