This post is in memory of a dear longstanding friend, Chris Goddard, who died recently. It was inspired by the poem read by a work colleague of his at the funeral, Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep, written in the 1930s by Mary Frye:
Do not stand at my grave and 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 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.
Our group of friends had many birthday visits to Kew Gardens. I thought of Chris when I went this week and saw this year’s new growth emerging.