Hug Someone.

This is not going to be the morbidly depressing post it might be if I let my mind wander. I just returned home from a funeral day - a funeral for my best friend's father who died very unexpectedly and relatively young - although in his early 60's he enjoyed apparent good health and was very active and vital. So...just hug someone today.

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 and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye