While looking for something in my old emails, inadvertently dug up a poem that reminds me of you. Seems to capture your spirit. It’s been 10 years… RIP Royston. <3
Don’t stand beside my grave and weep,
For I’m not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond’s glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am soft stars that shine at night,
Don’t stand beside my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
Here’s some history about this poem (not mine!) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_Not_Stand_at_My_Grave_and_Weep