To keep with what I was saying

So since what I last posted today was to happy and so forth. I've been listening to some of my dad's favorite songs and I found this poem that my friend gave me when dad died. I really liked it so I thought I would post it in case someone else might like it too.

...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 in snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
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.