Speaking of things moving in mysterious ways

About a month ago, my boyfriend's grandmother died. We had to go to Cape Breton for the funeral, and it occurred to me while we (Adam, Michael and I) were driving through the Cape Breton Highlands, that I hadn't been to Cape Breton since I was a teenager. The entire trip reminded me of that earlier road trip with Mom, Dad and Travis. The road between Adam's parents' house and his grandmother's passes right through Wreck Cove, which is where my family stayed oh so many years ago.

Needless to say the trip brought back a lot of memories. Way back when, we stayed with friends of my parents at the Wreck Cove General Store. On this trip, I wanted to stop in and say hello. I hadn't seen them since that trip, and thought that this would be a good idea.

On the day of the actual funeral, I got it in my head that I wanted to get a blank card for Adam's Mom and Dad, and write that verse in it, the one that had touched me so deeply after my brother died. I was a little bit upset because I couldn't remember it all, only a line here and there. So we decided to stop at the Wreck Cove General Store so that I could say Hi, and get a card.

The card that I picked up, out of the rack of blanks, was one of two that had a verse in it.

And it was THE verse.

I get goosebumps thinking about it. I cried a bit. I have decided that it was my brother's way of showing me that he knew I was thinking about him, and he was making his presence known. He was there with me, as he always is. I don't have to see him or hear him, but everyonce in a while, he will let me know that he is there, and that he knows he is remembered.

Again, here is the verse:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep
I am a thousands winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn 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

mary elizabeth frye - 1932