kelseyrae

on family:

I started and ended my day (with the exception of a terrifying tree frog experience) in a living room, on a couch.

My morning consisted of me looking around at my mom and my dad and pausing to be grateful for them and for their love. I took a deep breath and appreciated sitting around on a rainy day and just being warm and cozy with a nice family, something I haven’t really experienced all that much.

So my evening consisted of me looking around at my best friends and pausing to be grateful for them and for their love. It’s a different kind of love, sure, but I realized this evening that I have experienced the warmth of a family; that I found one here that will never be replaced.

Anyway, I’ll limit my sappiness. Maybe the near death experience I had with the tree frog has made me reevaluate my life. If that’s the case, I have so much gratitude for the beautiful picture I have to look at.

I’ve got the best friends anyone could ever ask for, I know they are better than anyone I could have asked for.

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05/22/12

“

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 rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s 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.

Mary Elizabeth Frye’s “Do Not Stand At my Grave and Cry”

This was a poem that was read at Randi’s service and I believe that this is what she is saying to us right now.

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