Two 19 year old freshman boys. Burnt in a car while on the way to meet friends. They were on vacation from college. One of the obituary contain this poem:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 awake 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.
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 awake 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.
I can't imagine what it will do to me to lose a child so tragically. Will I go to the deep end. Will the pain bring me to have another period of doubting God's existence? Today I told my bible study group that trials and sufferings perfected our faith in God. Knowing that, will I willingly submit if God asks for one of my children as the price? I pray it will not come to that.
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