I know I went on! and I'm living a life! But, I left a great deal of myself there and every time I go to the Bombing Memorial I confront this other being almost as if it's a ghost of me? Sometimes it makes me smile other times I feel anger! I am there and I have bonded with many others in spirit and friendship! We know, we feel, we are together! I cross over the chain and walk up to a chair and leave a penny I just want you to know I was thinking of you and I say to you 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. This goes out to a very special friend of mine.