The Way I Miss You

it's been a year since you are gone
the way I miss you is different now
i hope that wherever you are you know
how much you meant to me
i still think about you often
i love you dad and miss you
in my own special way. 

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 glint on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you wake in the morning hush, 
I am the swift, uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circling flight. 
I am the soft starlight at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and weep. 
I am not there, I do not sleep. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)