Do not stand at my grave and weep.

This is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

I really enjoy this poem. It perfectly describes what I want my death to be like. Instead of mourning I want people to be celebrating the life I lived. I do not want my loved ones crying over my grave, but instead I want them to simply keep me in their hearts.