Nine years later, Ashley is still wherever we look and everywhere we go February 15, 2017
I can’t say for certain, but I think Ash would’ve loved this sonnet.
It feels like it describes her spirit so well. She was bigger than just one body, one person, one place. She had so much more to give, and her memory shines forever in all the little joys and breathtaking beauty in the the world around us.
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye