In memory of my Dad
Lawrie Hooper
who died peacefully in Treliske Hospital (Cornwall) on Wednesday 14th May 2008 aged 72 years. Soulmate of Jo, and much loved father of Jacqui and Simon, and loved Grandad to Tamsin, Alice, Megan, and Cleo.
This poem was read at my Dad's funeral:
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's rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Anon
This poem became widely known when it was found on a soldier who died in 1989 in Londonderry, Northern Ireland. He kept it on him to be passed on to his parents in the event of his death. It was at first thought that he himself may have written it, but since has been attributed to many authors including the Native American Hobi tribe, and Mary Frye. The author however remains a mystery.
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