"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 sun 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."
I miss you so much, Mika. I miss waking up to your daily messages and evening adieus. We all love you. Your birthday was spent in heaven. I lit a candle for you. Christmas has passed with all it's cheer. Your candles were on my mantle; I know you were near. In my heart, vivid memories of you still last. So hard to fathom, one year has passed. You are up with the angels soaring high above... I know you feel our imminent love. <3
Missing you so much .... Yours always,
This candle was first lit on the 29th of December 2014 and will burn for 90 years 7 months and 12 days.