I will not go gently into the night. A favorite poem of mine, and after watching the race on Sunday, I realized that I felt that way about life and always had. Then tonight, I found another poem I liked real well and hope you do too. It is written by Melinda Sue Pacho and goes like this:

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and forever 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'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 forever cry. I am not there. I did not die.