Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

🔰Almost the whole video was shot inside of a moving vehicle, this is a poem presumably by Mary Elizabeth Frye about coping with loss. The thing I like about it is that it uses the natural human reaction of denial in a creative way. One of the early stages of a trauma experience is "denial" and the advice most people give (including professionals) is that you have to accept reality otherwise you will lose your sanity. This approach of trauma doesn't take into account the people that were so reshaped and transformed by the loss that the term sanity has become a wider spectrum. This poem tells me that seeing faces in the rain is ok. Thank you for reading my opinion on the poem you are free to interpret in any way you want and tell me in the comments if you are comfortable. I will read all of them.

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🔲Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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.

[illneas]

A clueless kid with a camera filmed through the car windows during a car ride and made a video about it. A year later this video has surpassed 400k views and the comment section is full of people of trying to find closure from the loss of their loved ones. I stopped responding under this particular video because it was too heartbreaking for me to read these stories of grieving. However some nights I visit this place and I respond to these wonderful people and I can say with certainty that under this video lies one of the most beautiful places on the internet. Thank you Internet Friends, I'm forever humbled and still a kid with a camera.

[EnglishBobTheSod]

"Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die." What a brilliant line.

[Zomiecrafter]

They say you die two times in this world. Once physically, and once again when your name is spoken for the last time. Keep those you love alive by remembering them.

[monochrome]

“I am not there, I did not die.” Is one of the strongest sentences there, it had so much meaning. This poem is beautiful.

[gonefishingisbad]

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 sun 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.

[sindhiNibba]

It's weird how most of us living on Earth will never meet or even acknowledge each other's existence. For example, if you're reading my comment; this is probably the first and last time you'll ever see me.

[Sameoldfitup]

“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”― Tennessee Williams

[anna-.]

I'm living in a small village and almost every evening my grandma and I are going to the cemetery to water the flowers there. My grandma says that she feels sorry for the ones who are forgotten and not being cared for there, so she does it voluntarily . A couple years ago I started to help her watering the plants/flowers and everytime she would tell me a different story about different graves we visit. She almost knew all of the people burried there and their story's. It just makes me happy loving the forgotten/unloved.

[hellybelle]

My little brother died just before he turned thirty. This was read at his funeral. On his gravestone are some of the words of one of our (his and my) favourite hymns
"There is no end to being, there is no death above"
We will see our loved ones again, and it will be the best day ever

[johannaelliott]

I read this for my Gran at her funeral, my son sat and listened, his thumb raised and he mouthed to me ‘go on mum, you can do it!’ Six months later I read it again at my sons funeral and I knew in my whole being that he was sat amongst the 100’s mourning his death with his thumb in the air mouthing ‘Go on mum, you can do it!’ And God bless him; I did! 🙏😢💚🌈

[ObsidiansLegion]

When i was younger I used to think that when someone passed away they’d turn into stars... till someone made me feel stupid for thinking that. But I recently started feeling the same thing again.

[emsuarez]

“Do not stand at my grave and cry, I’m not there, I did not die.” I will remember these words forever. Thank you.

[cndlast]

My son died in 1992 and I was hard pressed to get someone to read this at the service. Everybody was in tears.

[happybrokefatuglymama]

I want this read at my funeral. I was diagnosed a few years ago. So my older son and I have talked about when I pass. He asked if it would be ok to cry at my funeral. I told him if he needed to, but that I didn't want him to feel sad or hurt when I leave. I want him to be happy and enjoy his life. To stay true to the values I've taught him and to stay close to his little brother. At my funeral tell jokes, pull pranks, and above all have fun. Life has had it's hardships throughout but we always made the best of it. Don't be sad for me for there will be no more pain. I will still and always watch over my boys.

[simonjeffery]

I will be reading this poem out at my brother’s funeral on Tuesday. I feel my brother is at peace when I am practicing reading out the poem. This reading is so moving …..

[lythiascanlon]

I selected this poem to be printed on the program for my mother's funeral. She was not religious, so it was perfect. It puts me in bits everytime I read it. Rest in peace Barbara J. Wright, you were beautiful, a fantastic mother, and taught me to be tough as nails. I miss you terribly. Anyone who wishes to pay tribute to this amazing woman; listen to the song "Song Bird" by Fleetwood Mac in her memory. Cheers, and thank you, illneas, for posting this video.

[BlaxicanBeautyTV]

This is going to sound super eerie but awesome. So after my Dad passed away two years ago, my Mom had a dream about these words and found the poem. It was a sign from him. Two years later, today on January 2nd, my Dad's birthday, this video pops up into my recommended... Happy Birthday Dad💖.

Edit: thank you everyone :')

[haleyraven.lilrocket]

This touched me I'm battling stage 4 brain cancer I believe this is amazing thank you for the share

[leeannmansfield]

I READ THIS AT MY DADS FUNERAL ON THE 9TH NOVEMBER. I AM VERY NERVOUS PERSON BUT I WANTED TO READ THIS OUT AND NOT TO STUMBLE ON MY WORDS OR CRY.
I WAS MORE EXCITED THAN ANYTHING THAT I COULD DO THIS FOR MY DAD.
I AM NOT SAD....I KNOW HOW LUCKY I AM TO HAVE KNOWN HIM TILL HE PASSED AT 83....I AM ADOPTED AND HE LOVED ME AS IF HIS FLESH AND BLOOD. MORE SO THAN HIS REAL SON.

[TomQuick]

This poem was read beautifully at my Grandmas funeral about 10 years ago, and right now, she’s the one person I wish I could call and have a conversation with 💔