I came across this poem and I would like to share it, in Kanga's honour. It made me think of him. He was (and is) such a brave, honourable soul who always gave so much of himself to us and to others. I want to give him something back, even though its a small thing. I loved Kanga and always looked forward to his posts. He always sent kind messages and seemed to know when people needed a little pick me up. I wish I could lift him up now....but I know his spirit is alive and well, and that he is probably continuing to spread his lighthearted banter and support from where he lives now.
Love you all so very much, - this is my tribute to Kanga.
Do not Stand at my grave and weep
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die
Love you all so very much, - this is my tribute to Kanga.
Do not Stand at my grave and weep
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die
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