Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Harazin, Dan Bridgman Michigan 2 months ago in December last year, I received a call from one of my team colleagues as football coach of our time in the hospital. The heavy or the brightness of the scene was, I didn't know. But when I got there, my friend looked me in the eye and says that he is dead. I was very close with this particular car, we were true friends and training partners. I was completely shocked. When he was sitting on the Chair in the waiting room, I was reminded of this poem or something. So I immediately Googled it and began to read. I sat in the Chair at least an hour do not stand at my grave and weep wind chimes in the hope that something must happen, and I read this poem at least 20 times. It is a nice job. Rest in peace coach. You share the answer,.