I have this poem at work which was contained on a very special loved one's Memorial Service momento. I don't know who wrote it. Forgive me if it's too maudlin but I would like to post it for Pat.
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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's 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.
Whenever I read this poem, which is every day, I remember her. Maybe this will help others who knew him, or fans that loved him, remember Pat always.