Found a lot of documents in the attic of my house recently, including this page from a book. Also there was a check from 1958, a few more ’50’s legal papers & homework on famous explorers with doodles drawn in the margin lines. I know my house was built around 1935- so I figure, maybe if I keep exploring up there maybe I’ll find some hidden gold. Like my own personal Amelie experience. Research needs to be done.
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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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken
In the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet bird 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.
"Your children will probably be soft, prissy creatures, as the children of hard-bitten characters usually are. And to make them worse, you, like every other mother, are probably determined that they shall never know the hardships you’ve known. And that’s all wrong. Hardships make or break people. So you’ll have to wait for approval from your grandchildren.”
