Do not stand at my grave and weep...

One day as I was up the stairs to my auntys room in serch of her body mirror, I came across A dusty piece of paper. My eyes instantly were drawn to the cursive writing. I say the words " Do not stand at my grave and weep". I was instantly interested for In mymind these words were very famliar. SO I picked up the frail dusty piece of paper and began reading. I instantly fell in love with this peom. I soon continued to walk down the stairs to ask my aunt if I can have this peom she made engraved on my head stone when My time had come. She smiled and said I wrote that for your mother. My heart filled with joy knowing we all felt the same way and for One beautiful moment i felt ME, MY AUNTY MISSY, AND MOTHER MANDY WERE ONE :)