"Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her too. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." Quote by Christopher Poindexter.
Poem text 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