If you have had a close person die or commit suicide, this is for you: the stairway to heaven.


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.Do not stand at my grave and mourn.I am the dew-flecked grass at dawn.Where tranquil oceans meet the landI am the footprints in the sandTo guide you through the weary day.I am still here; I’ll always stay.When you wake up to morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf 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.

You know, after my mom died, everybody told me that I was gonna be ok, that it would take a little time, but I would heal. Well, that didn’t ever happen; not really anyway…what you’re feeling right now Amy, it doesn’t ever really go away – not completely. It’s not like, ya know, you’re gonna go back to being the person you were before they died – the person’s gone. It’s more like something inside of you breaks and your body finds a way to compensate for it. Like if you busted your right hand, you figure out how to use the left one. And sure, you might resist for a while because you’re pissed off that you have to learn all this stuff again that nobody else does. Eventually your body takes over and figures it out for you, and you’re glad, because if it was up to you…you’d look at your broken hand forever and try to figure out what it was like before.


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