Jordan Michael Bell
1987 — 2017
Forever Loved
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the winds that gust across the lake.
I am the glints of snow on the hills above.
I am the sunlight on the rolling grass.
I am the gentle falling rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the fog hanging low in the sky.
And when you sleep, in the late of night
I am the full moon shining down on you.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
– Adapted by Uncle Michael from a
poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye