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 the birds that sing I am in each gentle thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.Yesterday was a very sad day, we lost our darling Pistachio. I knew her originally from Nigella.com but more recently she helped run The Pantry, a foodie forum. She was a wonderful, kind person and I feel lucky to have known her. Please take the time to visit Pi's lovely blog, Pistachio en la cocina, it is a testimony to her love of wonderful food. Pi you are at peace now but you will be sorely missed! Sleep well.