"Do not stand at my grave and weep" reminds me so much of my aunt. We had a very simple graveside service for her, because that's what she would have wanted. She never wanted any attention or recognition. I kept expecting her to come up beside me and say "darling, don't cry, I'm with Jesus now." And she is, but she's also here, because my uncle brought everything she owned to me. It's bittersweet for sure.
