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.
Billy was my grandad and also brought me up as his own daughter. He was diagnosed with Lung cancer in 2004. The doctors told us that he could not be cured but he lived for 3 years after his diagnosis. I miss him every day and so do my children. He touched everyones lives but none more so than the people who loved him.