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 the ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn’s rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. My Spirit is still alive…
My favorite singer and artist of all time just died. When we get old, people seem to just go and I hope we all go to a better place. Talent of his type is rare and we need more. Good or bad he was talented…
R.I.P. in your purple rain…
WtR