A clueless kid with a camera filmed through the car windows during a car ride and made a video about it. A year later this video has surpassed 400k views and the comment section is full of people of trying to find closure from the loss of their loved ones. I stopped responding under this particular video because it was too heartbreaking for me to read these stories of grieving. However some nights I visit this place and I respond to these wonderful people and I can say with certainty that under this video lies one of the most beautiful places on the internet. Thank you Internet Friends, I'm forever humbled and still a kid with a camera.
This poem, I used it on my father's funeral card. I saw the very first line and I could feel the tears fill my eyes so I clicked on it. Today is my brothers birthday, he passed away 6 years ago, I've been trying so hard to not cry today. My dad and brother shared the same name. What are the odds I'd see this today? Thank you for the video. You have a good eye, it was a beautiful.
I lost my mother almost two years ago. Her death was sudden and she was so young full of life. When I visit her grave l know she is not there. Great video by the way.
It's weird how most of us living on Earth will never meet or even acknowledge each other's existence. For example, if you're reading my comment; this is probably the first and last time you'll ever see me.
May Our Loving Creator bless you with love and light, dear Muhammad Muneeb, we are connected in Him, as we are His Creations. Best wishes from West Java, Indonesia!
@@ksjohnalvin8773 it means that the person who got on the other side is not simply sitting in the grave but his/her soul is living into the nature, small parts of us still living in the stars, rain, snow etc..all immersed and reunited with nature and universe; by this we will not die.
@@ksjohnalvin8773 While most people take this in a spiritual way, it's more in the sense that as since they are still being remembered, they have not died yet. Their essence still lingers in the enviroment of their loved ones, alone with all the memories. They're there, just no longer physically.
They say you die two times in this world. Once physically, and once again when your name is spoken for the last time. Keep those you love alive by remembering them.
I heard something similar, that you die three times. First when you physically die. Second when you are buried. Third when the world has forgotten you. Thank you for bringing this up, I remember hearing this in church when I was young.
I miss my mom. It has been five months since that day when my mom said it was time to let her go so she could go see her mom. This video was very moving, but your words struck me. I hurt inside to the core of my being. Sometimes I try not to think of my mom leaving and I wonder when will mom come back? Until then I look forward to the time I can go see my mom. Mom I miss you so much, I would give anything for another hug. I love you.
@ Thank you. I read your reply last night, but I just could not bring myself to respond. Yesterday, I do not know what brought me to write those words. Maybe it was something I just needed to do. I normally would not share such. Yesterday I felt like such an island, no one before me and no one after. And the way the world is falling into the abyss of evil, what is the point. And it is just a few matter of minutes before they turn this country into a socialist/communist society and burning the Constitution completely. Not only have I lost my mom, but now I realize I’ve lost the country I thought I knew. Be well my friend.
Of all mankind's so-called holy books, The Bible is the only one that states that the soul is mortal. All the rest claim that mankind has an immortal soul. All of them parrot the original lie,'You positively will not die'. They embellish it a bit, but they basically believe the same. So you have a choice...you can believe the Bible OR you can believe one of the others, the koran, the gita, whatever... Doesn't really matter which since they all teach the same thing with some variation. Ironically the majority of so-called Christians don't actually believe the Bible when it says 'that the man came to be a living soul'. Gen 2:7. Nor do they believe it when is says, "the soul that is sinning...it itself will die." Ez 18:4 They don't accept what it says in Ecc 9:5,6 that the dead are unconscious and incapable of thought. Furthermore, they don't believe Ps 146:4,5 or Ps 88:10, or Ps 115:17 etc, etc Practically all religion today is Satanic spam. I empty my spam folder in my email regularly. I suggest that we do the same with this propaganda about the soul. The only hope for the dead is a resurrection back to life on this earth during the millennial reign of Christ for which Lazarus was a precedent.
Indeed, that sentence, sums up everything the poem tried to share. I litteraly want my corpse to be thrown in a forest, or for my ashes to be scattered and walked on. That way i'll travel everywhere and anywhere, it doesn't matter what form i have, i'll always be there to love this place.
@@kensnyder3102 This poem has nothing to do with the soul. It's about how even when a person passes away, they are alive in both our memories and actions. It's about seeing your deceased loved ones in the world around you. Besides, you shouldn't be that condescending. Let people believe what they want to believe. I'm sure to you you're merely preaching what you trust is the truth, but you won't come off that way to others.
@@kensnyder3102 if I am right, that was all true in the old testament when man did not go to heaven, but ever since Jesus sacrificed his life for us our sins are forgiven and the gates to heaven are open. From a Jewish standpoint however I believe your stance would be correct, although i am not too familiar with jewish faith. The new testament adjusts the rules of the old testament.
When i was younger I used to think that when someone passed away they’d turn into stars... till someone made me feel stupid for thinking that. But I recently started feeling the same thing again.
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”― Tennessee Williams
I read this for my Gran at her funeral, my son sat and listened, his thumb raised and he mouthed to me ‘go on mum, you can do it!’ Six months later I read it again at my sons funeral and I knew in my whole being that he was sat amongst the 100’s mourning his death with his thumb in the air mouthing ‘Go on mum, you can do it!’ And God bless him; I did! 🙏😢💚🌈
Oh my god, I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't even imagine your pain. I hope that knowing your Grandma is looking after for your son brings you some slight amount of comfort and that they have each other. May they both rest in peace. 🕊🕊🕊🕊
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.
People always seem to interpret this poem in a religious, spiritual, “I have become one with nature” sense, but I definitely don’t see it that way. I see it as carrying the memories of someone who has died with you, seeing them in beautiful, mundane, everyday things. That person is forever gone, but they still live within you. They never truly die, as long as you remember them.
I see it as a scientific interpretation of death, rather than spiritual. When one dies, maybe not immediately but over time, they do become part of "nature" in many forms: that's called the carbon cycle!
I'm living in a small village and almost every evening my grandma and I are going to the cemetery to water the flowers there. My grandma says that she feels sorry for the ones who are forgotten and not being cared for there, so she does it voluntarily . A couple years ago I started to help her watering the plants/flowers and everytime she would tell me a different story about different graves we visit. She almost knew all of the people burried there and their story's. It just makes me happy loving the forgotten/unloved.
I can only imagine the warm uplift after maybe centuries of being cold and forgotten in the afterlife. God bless your grandmother, she is a truly caring human.
I love that story! It reminds me of when my class took a field trip in 5th to the historical cemetery in our little town and there was a person who volunteered there to make sure all the head stones weren't broken and he got the story of everyone who was burried there dating all the way back to the American Revolution
This is going to sound super eerie but awesome. So after my Dad passed away two years ago, my Mom had a dream about these words and found the poem. It was a sign from him. Two years later, today on January 2nd, my Dad's birthday, this video pops up into my recommended... Happy Birthday Dad💖. Edit: thank you everyone :')
My dear this is not eerie but count it as joy! Knowing that we are one and we are a part of the universe therefore we are one. Count it as understanding that the universe hears you and will in fact give to you what you need to go on. So that you may not live in sadness and hurt. Because when we live in those things we are feeling but it can damage us as well in the walk to where we are needed to be. I can only hope this made sense to you and to anyone else who read it. ❤️
I find it beautiful when ppl share their stories. It feels like we're one small family made up of a bunch of strangers who live under the same sky and share the same pain..
Love this poem. I believe that we pass on across the veil that separates us for our home for eternity. we do not die for our souls do not die but just are bodies do.
My mom passed a little under a month ago and I understand this poem, I see her in everything I do. The way I clean, the way I cook, the way I fold my clothes, even in the way I tie my shoes. She taught me everything I know and how to comport myself in the future to come. She was best mom a man can ask for, thanks for reading this. I hope you have a great day.
I'm so sorry you have lost your mum. I often think the same thing as you about my mum. Every decent thing about me is down to her and I miss her so much. God bless you and your wonderful mum xx.
@@annhollowell5352 for you ann and jonathan ❤ "13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words." 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 🙏💗
My little brother died just before he turned thirty. This was read at his funeral. On his gravestone are some of the words of one of our (his and my) favourite hymns "There is no end to being, there is no death above" We will see our loved ones again, and it will be the best day ever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
@@norton2757 I believe it is true ❤️ I don't think you have to be religious so to speak to believe we didn't appear from sea crystals, and we don't disappear into nothing ❤️ When people are at the end of their lives, they often talk to someone who isn't there, and I absolutely believe it's their loved ones coming for them ❤️❤️❤️ My Father in law died during surgery, and he said he could feel his spirit leave his body, go up towards the ceiling, then turn over and look down on himself. He had already coded, but he heard what the staff talked about. Then he went towards the light, where he saw a huge lake, and trees. He said he tried to go towards it, but he heard a voice that said "Go back, it's not your time yet" then he said he was suddenly in a lot of pain again, and he said when he woke up enough to speak, he told them, but they didn't believe him, so he told them what he saw and heard them doing once he coded, and they knew he was telling the truth ❤️ You'll see your loved ones again, and it will be absolutely wonderful! ❤️❤️❤️💕💕.
my grandfather wrote this on his diary when he found out he had cancer....when he passed away, I found this poem and since that day this poem makes me cry and feel hopeful as well...
My dear son passed away October 2019, he was only 23. It brings me comfort visiting his grave even though I know his spirit is everywhere. I make his surroundings pretty with yellow flowers and I hang wind chimes on the tree next to him. I can't wait to see him again one day 💚💚💚 I love you so much Daniel 💚💚💚
I am sorry for your loss ma'am. I have seen my mother after my brother committed suicide. I wish you could find as much happiness and peace in what you have left after him. Much love and support
The poem helps me. Sunday is our oldest granddaughters funeral. I will use this to help her children deal with her death. She was a young woman only 35. Cancer.
I will be reading this poem out at my brother’s funeral on Tuesday. I feel my brother is at peace when I am practicing reading out the poem. This reading is so moving …..
His body may have died but I can assure you his soul, his essence, his personality has carried on. They seem far away but they're not as far away as you think.
my one and only beautiful son died 14 years ago. I held his hand as he died. Yet, he is not dead. He lives in my heart, my thoughts, my soul. I can no longer hold him, yet he holds me every breathing minute. Thank you for these wonderful words and affirmation 💓
@@drewthejellyfish8965 thank you, Wayward Sailor. Sometimes I don't feel so strong, but I know he lives in me and my love, so many years since losing him, is strong as the day he was born💓
R.I.P Kyle Eagney, R.I.P. Tyler Johnson, R.I.P Travis Joseph, R.I.P David Knix, R.I.P. Eddie. I miss my friends.... I miss the smiles they gave me when they saw me, I miss seeing them just exist.. I never lost you guys, you're still with me.... I just wish i could hug you one more time.
They miss you too. Believe it or not they're always with you watching you and taking care of you. You can't see them but they're there. We're here for you and we always got your back❤️
The emergency pet hospital (I'm sorry, I don't know the proper term for it) printed out this poem and put a stamp of my cat's paw on the bottom of the paper and gave it to me after he was cremated. It made me cry all over again.
It's heartbreaking to lose them, knowing how we will grow up and go along with our lives, where they would not be with us any longer, at least not physically. I'm very sorry and truly pained to hear about your cat. And not to forget, it was a kind gesture on part of the hospital as well. I know that feeling of loss myself, having lost my own parrot two years ago. It's never been easy since then. I hope that connection between you and your cat remains intact as long as you live. And stay well.
My sister passed in 1992 aged 32 from Cancer. I have only been to her grave once since then. I see no point as I know she is not there. I have a beautiful portrait of her hanging on my wall to remind me of the beautiful person she was. She is in my heart and that keeps her alive, and that is what matters to me. Thank you for putting this beautiful poem up, who ever wrote it.
I agree. My darling Dad died 16 months ago now, and I only visit his grave if my Mum needs something checked. Otherwise, no. He isn't lying in a plot of dirt.
I selected this poem to be printed on the program for my mother's funeral. She was not religious, so it was perfect. It puts me in bits everytime I read it. Rest in peace Barbara J. Wright, you were beautiful, a fantastic mother, and taught me to be tough as nails. I miss you terribly. Anyone who wishes to pay tribute to this amazing woman; listen to the song "Song Bird" by Fleetwood Mac in her memory. Cheers, and thank you, illneas, for posting this video.
I weep at your grave I weep in my bed I weep in the day I weep in the night I weep in the afternoon light I weep because your not here I weep because its my fault I weep because I cant tell you How sorry I am I weep knowing the pain your family is in I weep seeing the nxt generation born That you will never meet I wish I was with you So I can kneel and weep Begging forgiveness at your feet
Of all mankind's so-called holy books, The Bible is the only one that states that the soul is mortal. All the rest claim that mankind has an immortal soul. All of them parrot the original lie,'You positively will not die'. They embellish it a bit, but they basically believe the same. So you have a choice...you can believe the Bible OR you can believe one of the others, the koran, the gita, whatever... Doesn't really matter which since they all teach the same thing with some variation. Ironically the majority of so-called Christians don't actually believe the Bible when it says 'that the man came to be a living soul'. Gen 2:7. Nor do they believe it when is says, "the soul that is sinning...it itself will die." Ez 18:4 They don't accept what it says in Ecc 9:5,6 that the dead are unconscious and incapable of thought. Furthermore, they don't believe Ps 146:4,5 or Ps 88:10, or Ps 115:17 etc, etc Practically all religion today is Satanic spam. I empty my spam folder in my email regularly. I suggest that we do the same with this propaganda about the soul. The only hope for the dead is a resurrection back to life on this earth during the millennial reign of Christ for which Lazarus was a precedent.
@@kensnyder3102 I never went to a particular funeral. Over 20 yr I would dream of that person standing under a tree on a lawn. After around 20 yrs I eventually found out where that funeral was. She was the love of my life. I visited this cemetery, found out it was a lawn cemetery upon arrival, had the office tell me the grave location. There it was just below that tree. That tree exactly as it was in my dreams. Make of that what you will. But for 20yr that tree was the same. It never grew or changed. Ten yrs since I first visited her grave that tree is way different. Make of that what you will
This is amazing, you are talented. Pain is such a hard thing to word, and to even comprehend. It's kind of like we all feel pain but not really know what it is, I don't know how to describe it.
This has helped me grieve more than anything else I have heard or read. My dad’s body was found in an empty field, with the cause of death listed as “uncertain.” He wasn’t around for me much for the last 6 years and that makes it even worse honestly. But this poem has really helped me get through this mess. As I grow older I realize there’s no such thing as closure or “last words” or “goodbye.” It’s just silence. But this poem makes me feel the peace he felt before he closed his eyes for the last time. If you read this, tell your mom and dad you love them. One day they will just be memories. Thank you so much for this video.
I READ THIS AT MY DADS FUNERAL ON THE 9TH NOVEMBER. I AM VERY NERVOUS PERSON BUT I WANTED TO READ THIS OUT AND NOT TO STUMBLE ON MY WORDS OR CRY. I WAS MORE EXCITED THAN ANYTHING THAT I COULD DO THIS FOR MY DAD. I AM NOT SAD....I KNOW HOW LUCKY I AM TO HAVE KNOWN HIM TILL HE PASSED AT 83....I AM ADOPTED AND HE LOVED ME AS IF HIS FLESH AND BLOOD. MORE SO THAN HIS REAL SON.
Shes always with you sweetheart. Mum is with me every day l miss her so much too . They are always with us . Just listen to your gut that is them telling us they miss is too. When times are hard and your at your weakest she will make you you strong again. Smile every day that will make her happy. God bless sweetheart ❤ x
I nearly lost my mother, back in 2013. She had a stroke, slipped into a coma. It caused me to have a nervous breakdown, it was intense. I'm recovering, she's doing better. I envy her strength. I am terribly sorry for your loss.
@@empress6598 Such true words.. Our parents never truly leave this planet.. We as children are clones of them and continue to carry their spirit day and night.. They have given us strength and courage to continue on our journey.. As they did when faced with the same situation.. Stay Strong ⭐🌝⭐
24 years ago this poem was read at my grandpas funeral, this Monday I aim to read it at my grans funeral. With all the restrictions, no service and only a burial with her life read out by the Major from the Salvation Army I really hope I can hold it together to do it justice with only being the grandchildren attending x
For you libby "13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words." 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 🙏💗
Yesterday I was standing at my grandpa's grave, crying, asking for a sign that he and/or God are even here. That they could even hear or see me. Today this popped up in my feed. I don't watch these types of videos, I'm more of a makeup commentary gal, but this was the perfect blend of pain and closure. Papa if you see this, I'll look for you in the way the sun hits the trees, in all the little things. We all love and miss you but it'll help knowing your here, even if only for a fleeting moment. :) Love, your favorite :))
This poem was read beautifully at my Grandmas funeral about 10 years ago, and right now, she’s the one person I wish I could call and have a conversation with 💔
It’s my faith that I believe you indeed could ‘call’ your Grandma to have a conversation. Indeed we don’t die, our bodies must but our souls lives on forever. When you ‘call’, do it with all your love for her, speak to her like you would in the past when you were next to her. Yes, it’s a prayer, a conversation we have with our loved ones. This is not magic etc, it’s our faith in the promises of our Lord Jesus Christ. Have faith and be in touch with the Transcendence.
This is a tiny story about me, I'm fairly sure it's one I've never told anyone. Some things online I get. You search something and for the next few days you're bombarded by ads for said search. Sometimes though, I think the internet just throws something at you to see if it sticks and tonight .... tonight it not only stuck but it broke open my chest to a small but vital memory of mine. I think I was 12... I know it was close to that age at least some 34ish years ago and I lived in a small town named Cuba in a town house. My memory tells me the outside walls were green but I honestly do not remember. It was at the top of a hill, this I remember very well because I walked home from school up this hill. Behind these townhouses was a cemetery, and by behind I mean our back yard was all of 10 feet to the fence to the graveyard. As far as I can remember, this may be where my love of graveyards comes from. I spent so much time wandering the stones and grass there. The buildings and other people's memories. That place is a basic part of me, that I can say. My favorite stone in that graveyard, and while I can't say I read them all at 12, I can say that I read a great many of them. Alone wandering around those memories. My favorite stone though, bore this poem. with a colored image of deer and trees. Colored images on grave stones are not that common, nor are such striking words. I went to that stone often and spent time with it and the memories that it contained. I memorized that poem, at the age of 12, it struck me and still does 34ish years later. I can see the foundation of much of what I believe to be true in it's words even listening to it now. Amusingly, this may actually be the first time I've heard it read out loud. It was always just that grey stone and the voice in my own head. What an odd random thing to be offered tonight, decades after anyone or anything would have known that I spent so many days fixated on that stone, making it a part of me. What an odd and beautiful thing.
I have a strange fondness for cemeteries too... Guess im not alone huh 😅 "13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words." 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 🙏💗
Let me offer you these words written by Stephen Grelliet: “I shall pass through this life but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” ...
Dear God, Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. #keepcomingbackliveyourkarma.
@victoria rook The "In death..." words are my own. Let me offer you these words by BensonPast: “In the wonders of life, there are mysteries abound. We think we understand, but we know no more than an infant in the perspectives of true reality. Every journey is a solo, no matter how large the crowd around us. The only true landmark we have is ourselves. That is our companion in the journey of life.” ...
I just realized I read this at a funeral many, many years ago. I remember how impactful it sounded at the time. Years later my partner died suddenly from cancer and it took me over five years to get myself together. It was unquestionably and by far the worst experience of my life. I can’t even bring myself to go see her grave again; I fall to pieces. And then I stumbled onto this. And then I remembered those words I spoke so long ago. Perhaps this was just the reminder I needed to help me move forward. Thank you, Kalen. ♥️
I lost my father earlier this year, haven’t been able to cry but I cried so much when I heard this poem, I hope he’s happy wherever he is I miss him so much 😢
I hope that when you did cry that it helped you. 'Remember, your Dad is with you at all times watching over you, 'helping you make decisions etc. I'm sure you could share with him about how much you miss him & know that he is watching over you.
Two of my childhood best friends passed away on the same night in May of 2020. In times where their loss has felt overwhelming, this poem has given and continues to give me the strength to accept it. I couldn’t be more sorry for everyone who has lost someone they love, my heart breaks for you, but the hope and comfort I’ve felt reading this, to know we’re not alone in our grief, I think is such a beautiful thing.
Thank God I found someone who shares the same thoughts on death!! I too believe that all of us, as living things, have energy within us. And energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. It can only change form. And maybe that's why the poem says that even though the dead are physically absent, their energy still exists. And maybe all living things existed as energy even before they're born! This energy must be what momentarily becomes "life", and then later come back to its original state, which is back to energy!
@@Ricky-nn3be most people don't understand or know this ,only the Awake in Sprit understand & know this . I Fully Know my body had died ,unfortunately they revived me ! it is Pure Peace , Beauty & Freedom , there is not a perfect word to describe out of the Body, One does Not Want to Return to this place called Earth , I now Truly understand the verse in the Bible that states Mourn a Birth , Celebrate a Death. Pure Energy outside of the Body .
The star you see may no longer glow, Yet its light remains, a timeless show. So too, with love, though lives may fade, The warmth they gave will never degrade. In hearts and minds, their light we keep, Guiding us gently, even in sleep. And when our time to shine is through, Our light will guide the ones we knew
The night after my cat died I had a dream that in the hallway in my house there were all these cute forest animals (little birds, rabbits etc). I rushed down stairs to try to close the outside door to stop all these animals running out and potentially getting hurt. As I went to the door I saw my cat as she was when she was a kitten playing outside our doorway on the porch. As soon as I saw her I was so happy I forgot about all the other animals and picked her up. This dream, although it didn't dampen the sadness I felt at her passing (it's been four years and I still think of her often and miss her dearly) gave me hope. Maybe someday I'll see her again and like the poem says she did not die. I wish you well knowing the pain of losing something and someone you love.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, For in the hearts of loved ones, I still keep. I am not confined to earth's embrace, But in the boundless realms of space. I am the laughter in a child's eyes, The whispered secrets of clear blue skies. I am the strength in a friend's embrace, The love that time and distance cannot erase. I am the echo of your favorite song, In the melodies that linger on. I am the warmth of the morning sun, The adventures that have just begun. When you feel the gentle breeze's touch, Know that I love you so very much. I am the memories that bring you cheer, In the stories you share with those who are near. I am the courage that helps you stand, The guiding force, a helping hand. Do not stand at my grave and cry, For in your heart, I'll never say goodbye. I am not there; I did not die, In your love and memories, I continue to fly.
I have understand that grieving and talking about it.It will make you stronger to understand the life meaning how we lived with the people that are gone,and how we will leave this world one day as well.Talking about grief is such a miracle.
My son died in 2000 he was 20 years old. Through all the sympathy cards I received and there were quite a lot, and there was only one card that touched my heart. It was a sympathy card with this verse, it was so real to me, I could hear my son saying the word. Do not stand at my Grave and cry I am not there I did not die. My promise to him was I will never stand at his grave and weep your not there you do not sleep. It’s been 23 years this September, and I have kept my promise to him. You will always be with us our Angel.
My grandmother passed 1 year ago today. I found this video the day after. It truly gave me some peace that I needed. She was the foundation of our family. Same came here from Cuba alone with my mother who was 5 years old. She was the strongest person I ever met and every day I strive to have her resilience and compassion. She gave everything for her family and friends. I thank you for making this video and the poem being so beautifully read. God bless.
My wonderful Grandad has had Alzheimer’s for a few years now, and will have it until his death. He was always a person with a great appreciation for nature and art, and I’m crying listening to this poem, because it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d tell us if he could.
This poem is yellowed with age inside a special box my Poppa made for me. The first time I read it, it explained exactly how I have always felt. Do we really leave if we are still a tiny part of this brilliant world we all live in? God bless you all and may your time on this plane last exactly as long as you wish.
Mrs.Ali, I just want to climb through this tiny screen and scoop you up in the biggest bear hug the world has ever seen. May you be healthy, happy, and love your entire life ❤️💗🌸
I was about to whrite the exact same comment. My dad passed away at christmas December 2020. I found this video maybe two weeks ago and i watch it everyday because i feel like my dad was the one who made me find it. Its so helpful to believe that he is not in a cold and dark grave but out there. Maybe in some ways more alive than he was before. I wish you all the strength you need for the first anniversary of your dads death.
My mother died December 13th 2020 ,at four thirty ..part of me went with her.we have to be strong because they gave us life ,and it would be disrespectful to their memory not to live it to the full.💞💕
It is about the memoirs and feelings the deceased awakes It is a lovely approach to death it reminds me of the quote "Do not cry because it is over, smile because it happened."
The only real friend I've ever known on earth, passed away just before Christmas and I miss him terribly. He too was a poet and would greatly appreciate these words. This poem has been in the back of my mind ever since, so I've looked for it today, so that I can share with some others who also miss him. It's beautifully spoken. Thank you🌿🎶🕊️🙏🏻💖💖
My Father once told me about what my grandfather said to him while lying on his bed before he died "son don't be sad ,even if I'm gone I will comeback as a 🕊️,I will be with you always".
Mark Russ Sorry for you’re loss. It does get easier just takes a long time. Memory lane is a lovey place Where thoughts are fond and true Again and again we travelled that lane Just to be with you. Keep surfing those waves
sorry for your loss mate, stay strong. we all find our own ways around grief, it has been 4 years and i'm still trying to make peace with it all and accept it
My grandpa passed away a year ago today, this video came into my recommendation today exactly when I realised it. Time has such a weird meaning to me now, it’s going fast but slow at the same time I read a quote about missing someone everyday once, I really thought it was not possible, but now I understand. I miss you grandpa, I love you. Beautiful interpretation of one of my favourite poems ever!
I stumbled across this video while roaming around the internet, i left it in the back of my mind at first but when i experienced my first loss, something made me pull it out of the depths, i continue listening to this and cry in rememberance
Luckily I've not lost somebody yet (only one of my grandpas when I was younger) but I'm sobbing nonetheless. Sobbing for all the people in these comment sections, writing for and to loved ones. Man that's so sad and so beautiful at the same time. God bless you all
My Nan had this read at her funeral. She was the most amazing woman. The kindest soul you’d ever meet. In March it’ll be a year since she passed and I’ve never been the same since. I miss you x
This poem brings memories of my grandfather. At last I understand the feeling about his death, that I always had. „He did not die...“ - the words I needed so much. Thanks.
I had this read at my Father's funeral. It's such a beautiful poem, one that resonates with what I believe that we are never gone in totality from the ones we love.
My father wrote this in a note book, for me to find I think. I came across it in his things after he died, I was able to read it to everyone at his funeral. The most meaningful thing of that sad day.
I saw a great one once in a gardening magazine. Went something like: When I die, do not cry, do not mourn or weep. Throw me bare as I was born, atop my compost heap.
I said this poem at my grandmother's funeral when I was 15. We never wear black at funerals in my family. However people were crying. This poem shut everyone up at the church 🤣 All your loved ones are still around. Their spirit is not in the grave, it isn't in hell or heaven either...well not yet. They are around us in the spirit.
Sreejith Uthaman my belief is that when you die you can choose if you want to stay as a ghost or you can be reincarnated. I can remember my past life and it’s really lonely feeling in my opinion to remember what used to be and just have to deal with living again. Of course anyone can believe what they do, but this is just what I think happens 🤷🏼♀️
I've recently finished my first animated short film, which was inspired by this poem, which I discovered here a couple of years ago. I thought it was beautiful and straightaway came up with a story/interpretation, thank you very much for the inspiration, I never thought I'd be able to make a shortfilm by myself! ☺
A clueless kid with a camera filmed through the car windows during a car ride and made a video about it. A year later this video has surpassed 400k views and the comment section is full of people of trying to find closure from the loss of their loved ones. I stopped responding under this particular video because it was too heartbreaking for me to read these stories of grieving. However some nights I visit this place and I respond to these wonderful people and I can say with certainty that under this video lies one of the most beautiful places on the internet. Thank you Internet Friends, I'm forever humbled and still a kid with a camera.
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illneas thank you ❤️ you have no idea what this has meant. Be blessed
This poem, I used it on my father's funeral card. I saw the very first line and I could feel the tears fill my eyes so I clicked on it. Today is my brothers birthday, he passed away 6 years ago, I've been trying so hard to not cry today. My dad and brother shared the same name. What are the odds I'd see this today?
Thank you for the video. You have a good eye, it was a beautiful.
I’m looking for the song, but thank you for being a “clueless kid with a camera” and for this poetic version💖🙏🏽
I lost my mother almost two years ago. Her death was sudden and she was so young full of life. When I visit her grave l know she is not there. Great video by the way.
It's weird how most of us living on Earth will never meet or even acknowledge each other's existence. For example, if you're reading my comment; this is probably the first and last time you'll ever see me.
Hey I appreciate you being here! And maybe that is part of the beauty of humankind☀️
@@Zoe_EK Thanks Zoe ❤️
deep, bro 🙌
May Our Loving Creator bless you with love and light, dear Muhammad Muneeb, we are connected in Him, as we are His Creations. Best wishes from West Java, Indonesia!
that’s so true and kinda scary. hi muhammad, sending you blessings
"Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die." What a brilliant line.
Which makes it kinda sad that I only know this quote from being taunted by Bennett Foddy after falling in getting over it
can someone explain this to me?
indeed...
@@ksjohnalvin8773 it means that the person who got on the other side is not simply sitting in the grave but his/her soul is living into the nature, small parts of us still living in the stars, rain, snow etc..all immersed and reunited with nature and universe; by this we will not die.
@@ksjohnalvin8773 While most people take this in a spiritual way, it's more in the sense that as since they are still being remembered, they have not died yet. Their essence still lingers in the enviroment of their loved ones, alone with all the memories. They're there, just no longer physically.
They say you die two times in this world. Once physically, and once again when your name is spoken for the last time. Keep those you love alive by remembering them.
Thanks for saying that. Sometimes I feel awkward bringing up the dead but if I remember something about them I should embrace it.
I heard something similar, that you die three times. First when you physically die. Second when you are buried. Third when the world has forgotten you. Thank you for bringing this up, I remember hearing this in church when I was young.
Found it: www.goodreads.com/quotes/336070-there-are-three-deaths-the-first-is-when-the-body
I miss my mom. It has been five months since that day when my mom said it was time to let her go so she could go see her mom. This video was very moving, but your words struck me. I hurt inside to the core of my being. Sometimes I try not to think of my mom leaving and I wonder when will mom come back? Until then I look forward to the time I can go see my mom. Mom I miss you so much, I would give anything for another hug. I love you.
@ Thank you. I read your reply last night, but I just could not bring myself to respond. Yesterday, I do not know what brought me to write those words. Maybe it was something I just needed to do. I normally would not share such. Yesterday I felt like such an island, no one before me and no one after. And the way the world is falling into the abyss of evil, what is the point. And it is just a few matter of minutes before they turn this country into a socialist/communist society and burning the Constitution completely. Not only have I lost my mom, but now I realize I’ve lost the country I thought I knew. Be well my friend.
“I am not there, I did not die.” Is one of the strongest sentences there, it had so much meaning. This poem is beautiful.
Of all mankind's so-called holy books,
The Bible is the only one that states that the soul is mortal.
All the rest claim that mankind has an immortal soul.
All of them parrot the original lie,'You positively will not die'.
They embellish it a bit, but they basically believe the same.
So you have a choice...you can believe the Bible OR
you can believe one of the others, the koran, the gita, whatever...
Doesn't really matter which since they all teach the same thing with some variation.
Ironically the majority of so-called Christians don't actually believe the Bible
when it says 'that the man came to be a living soul'. Gen 2:7.
Nor do they believe it when is says, "the soul that is sinning...it itself will die." Ez 18:4
They don't accept what it says in Ecc 9:5,6 that the dead are unconscious and incapable of thought.
Furthermore, they don't believe Ps 146:4,5 or Ps 88:10, or Ps 115:17 etc, etc
Practically all religion today is Satanic spam.
I empty my spam folder in my email regularly.
I suggest that we do the same with this propaganda about the soul.
The only hope for the dead is a resurrection back to life on this earth
during the millennial reign of Christ for which Lazarus was a precedent.
Indeed, that sentence, sums up everything the poem tried to share.
I litteraly want my corpse to be thrown in a forest, or for my ashes to be scattered and walked on. That way i'll travel everywhere and anywhere, it doesn't matter what form i have, i'll always be there to love this place.
@@kensnyder3102 This poem has nothing to do with the soul. It's about how even when a person passes away, they are alive in both our memories and actions. It's about seeing your deceased loved ones in the world around you.
Besides, you shouldn't be that condescending. Let people believe what they want to believe. I'm sure to you you're merely preaching what you trust is the truth, but you won't come off that way to others.
@@kensnyder3102 if I am right, that was all true in the old testament when man did not go to heaven, but ever since Jesus sacrificed his life for us our sins are forgiven and the gates to heaven are open. From a Jewish standpoint however I believe your stance would be correct, although i am not too familiar with jewish faith. The new testament adjusts the rules of the old testament.
@@eridark2227 well said
When i was younger I used to think that when someone passed away they’d turn into stars... till someone made me feel stupid for thinking that. But I recently started feeling the same thing again.
Sometimes thinking like children, is really useful
Well we are made of stars ✨ and you are a Naturally occuring Phenomenon in the Universe you are the Universe and the Universe is you
Obsidian - I don't think that's "stupid," at all. That's really beautiful. 🕊️⭐🤍
I thought the same thing as a child. I t helped with a family death
The stars are within your eternal universe...so tes, you’re a star.
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”― Tennessee Williams
Wow...
true
@@sublimebouquetblaze9198 ah
Absolutely breathtaking
I think about this everyday
I read this for my Gran at her funeral, my son sat and listened, his thumb raised and he mouthed to me ‘go on mum, you can do it!’ Six months later I read it again at my sons funeral and I knew in my whole being that he was sat amongst the 100’s mourning his death with his thumb in the air mouthing ‘Go on mum, you can do it!’ And God bless him; I did! 🙏😢💚🌈
Oh my god, I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't even imagine your pain. I hope that knowing your Grandma is looking after for your son brings you some slight amount of comfort and that they have each other. May they both rest in peace. 🕊🕊🕊🕊
Jo I know how u feel Ive lost my daughter and son yr half apart I've laid them to rest together aged 42 and 32 xx
I'm sorry 💜🖤❤️
ive never instantly cried at something before, but this did it. so sorry
I'm sorry your loss. He lives on in the hearts of everyone who has loved him.
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.
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This touched me I'm battling stage 4 brain cancer I believe this is amazing thank you for the share
Praying for your recovery :(
@@AbdulBasittrading thank you ,❤️💗
Godspeed, Haley!
@@JohannSuarez thank my friend 💜
Your so strong , praying for your recovery 🥺❤️
People always seem to interpret this poem in a religious, spiritual, “I have become one with nature” sense, but I definitely don’t see it that way.
I see it as carrying the memories of someone who has died with you, seeing them in beautiful, mundane, everyday things.
That person is forever gone, but they still live within you. They never truly die, as long as you remember them.
U can interpret it in anyway u want and that's the beautiful thing about poems 😙
I see it as a scientific interpretation of death, rather than spiritual. When one dies, maybe not immediately but over time, they do become part of "nature" in many forms: that's called the carbon cycle!
Crinbo people see what they want to see
The bird of paradise comes only to an open hand!
@@kemarrobinson1912 agree.
I'm living in a small village and almost every evening my grandma and I are going to the cemetery to water the flowers there. My grandma says that she feels sorry for the ones who are forgotten and not being cared for there, so she does it voluntarily . A couple years ago I started to help her watering the plants/flowers and everytime she would tell me a different story about different graves we visit. She almost knew all of the people burried there and their story's. It just makes me happy loving the forgotten/unloved.
What an incredibly beautiful gesture for ALL of humanity ❤️
God bless you and your Grandma 🙏🙌
I can only imagine the warm uplift after maybe centuries of being cold and forgotten in the afterlife. God bless your grandmother, she is a truly caring human.
God bless you and your grandmother.
Oh wow that is so sweet of your grandma. I am so proud of you too. So warm.
I love that story! It reminds me of when my class took a field trip in 5th to the historical cemetery in our little town and there was a person who volunteered there to make sure all the head stones weren't broken and he got the story of everyone who was burried there dating all the way back to the American Revolution
This is going to sound super eerie but awesome. So after my Dad passed away two years ago, my Mom had a dream about these words and found the poem. It was a sign from him. Two years later, today on January 2nd, my Dad's birthday, this video pops up into my recommended... Happy Birthday Dad💖.
Edit: thank you everyone :')
That’s rad:) happy belated birthday to your pops
So lovely.
My dear this is not eerie but count it as joy! Knowing that we are one and we are a part of the universe therefore we are one. Count it as understanding that the universe hears you and will in fact give to you what you need to go on. So that you may not live in sadness and hurt. Because when we live in those things we are feeling but it can damage us as well in the walk to where we are needed to be. I can only hope this made sense to you and to anyone else who read it. ❤️
Maryam - Master of Movement 🙌♥️
Mayra - Very "awesome" blog indeed (not eerie at all) ! It is a beautiful blog. Thanks for the share.
The saddest thing about videos like this are the comments about lost loved ones.
Being lost...is one step closer...to being found
I find it beautiful when ppl share their stories. It feels like we're one small family made up of a bunch of strangers who live under the same sky and share the same pain..
The saddest and most beautiful.
I consider them bitter-sweet. Bitter because of loneliness the writer feels, but sweet because they always remember in fondness.
It’s also sometimes the most comforting thing, helps people feel less alone :)
"We do not get over loss, we get through it, and take it with us."
-A wise internet stranger
“Do not stand at my grave and cry, I’m not there, I did not die.” I will remember these words forever. Thank you.
It’s unfortunately just not true. You either go to heaven or hell after you die. Jesus is the only way to heaven
Love this poem. I believe that we pass on across the veil that separates us for our home for eternity. we do not die for our souls do not die but just are bodies do.
Unbelievably simple and beautiful!!!!
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Not sure how simple it is but I agree that it is very beautiful
@@annabelsummer2643 🤷♀️🎇🌍💔🐣🤯🌊👀🤕🤠🏳️🏳️🏳️🙌
You’re simple and beautiful.
My mom passed a little under a month ago and I understand this poem, I see her in everything I do. The way I clean, the way I cook, the way I fold my clothes, even in the way I tie my shoes. She taught me everything I know and how to comport myself in the future to come. She was best mom a man can ask for, thanks for reading this. I hope you have a great day.
I'm so sorry you have lost your mum. I often think the same thing as you about my mum. Every decent thing about me is down to her and I miss her so much. God bless you and your wonderful mum xx.
@@annhollowell5352 for you ann and jonathan ❤
"13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words."
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
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@@alexm7627 Thank you. I believe in Jesus Christ too. I know my loved ones are sleeping. Waiting for Christ to return. Amen.
I just want to climb through the screen and give you a great big bear hug
@@annhollowell5352 💗 you will see them again
4 years today 😪
And this poem found me an hour before midnight.
56 beautiful years , 41 together.
Damn man
Graham Spiteri do not cry because they are gone , smile , because they were here
How old am I? How old are you? Why I have got Amnesia? I don't like Grima Wormtongue and Saruman.
Take care Graham
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My little brother died just before he turned thirty. This was read at his funeral. On his gravestone are some of the words of one of our (his and my) favourite hymns
"There is no end to being, there is no death above"
We will see our loved ones again, and it will be the best day ever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I'm so sorry for your loss and I hope you will feel better soon. Your brother will always be by your side. ♥
When?
@@maxf13501 heaven
If only there that were true.
@@norton2757 I believe it is true ❤️ I don't think you have to be religious so to speak to believe we didn't appear from sea crystals, and we don't disappear into nothing ❤️ When people are at the end of their lives, they often talk to someone who isn't there, and I absolutely believe it's their loved ones coming for them ❤️❤️❤️ My Father in law died during surgery, and he said he could feel his spirit leave his body, go up towards the ceiling, then turn over and look down on himself. He had already coded, but he heard what the staff talked about. Then he went towards the light, where he saw a huge lake, and trees. He said he tried to go towards it, but he heard a voice that said "Go back, it's not your time yet" then he said he was suddenly in a lot of pain again, and he said when he woke up enough to speak, he told them, but they didn't believe him, so he told them what he saw and heard them doing once he coded, and they knew he was telling the truth ❤️
You'll see your loved ones again, and it will be absolutely wonderful! ❤️❤️❤️💕💕.
my grandfather wrote this on his diary when he found out he had cancer....when he passed away, I found this poem and since that day this poem makes me cry and feel hopeful as well...
My grandfather also passed away recently because of cancer 🥺❤️
@@its_meenay Oh gosh, May God bless him and his soul.
@@themarschievous thankyou ❤️🥺
@@its_meenay sending good vibes ur way
@@themarschievous 🥺❤️thankyou , your such an angel
My dear son passed away October 2019, he was only 23. It brings me comfort visiting his grave even though I know his spirit is everywhere. I make his surroundings pretty with yellow flowers and I hang wind chimes on the tree next to him. I can't wait to see him again one day 💚💚💚 I love you so much Daniel 💚💚💚
I’m very sorry for your loss, I just said a quick prayer for Daniel. I know there’s a reason I’m seeing your comment after almost 2 years 💚💚
@@LawnMowerFan Thank you 💚🙏
@Knowledge Seeker Thank you for your comforting words, they mean alot. I wish you many blessings 💚🙏
May you be with your son once again 💚
I am sorry for your loss ma'am. I have seen my mother after my brother committed suicide. I wish you could find as much happiness and peace in what you have left after him. Much love and support
The poem helps me. Sunday is our oldest granddaughters funeral. I will use this to help her children deal with her death. She was a young woman only 35. Cancer.
So sorry for your loss. 💛
So sorry for your loss! Prayers for you and your family. Gone too soon!!!!
I'm so sorry for your loss. 35 is way too young. May she rest in peace. 🕊🕊🕊🕊
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
I will be reading this poem out at my brother’s funeral on Tuesday. I feel my brother is at peace when I am practicing reading out the poem. This reading is so moving …..
I'm sorry for your loss. Your brother must've felt so proud of you reading this poem. Stay in the light.
His body may have died but I can assure you his soul, his essence, his personality has carried on. They seem far away but they're not as far away as you think.
my one and only beautiful son died 14 years ago. I held his hand as he died. Yet, he is not dead. He lives in my heart, my thoughts, my soul. I can no longer hold him, yet he holds me every breathing minute. Thank you for these wonderful words and affirmation 💓
Josh's Mom He now lives forever in Eternal Light, waiting for the moment you WILL be reunited. ❤️
@@WhiteWizard79 I smile at that thought. Thank you 😊
You’re very strong for staying so positive like that:) He will always be with you💙
@@drewthejellyfish8965 thank you, Wayward Sailor. Sometimes I don't feel so strong, but I know he lives in me and my love, so many years since losing him, is strong as the day he was born💓
@@joshsmom6662 Anytime u need me:) Stay strong💙
My father carried this poem in his wallet. Listening to it brought back a flood of memories
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im sorry
R.I.P Kyle Eagney, R.I.P. Tyler Johnson, R.I.P Travis Joseph, R.I.P David Knix, R.I.P. Eddie. I miss my friends.... I miss the smiles they gave me when they saw me, I miss seeing them just exist.. I never lost you guys, you're still with me.... I just wish i could hug you one more time.
That says it beautifully💗
oh my goodness, so many? I'm so sorry
Stay solid Mat. You have more of us with you, that support and love you than you could imagine. Stay solid pal!
They miss you too. Believe it or not they're always with you watching you and taking care of you. You can't see them but they're there.
We're here for you and we always got your back❤️
literal tears im so sorry for your loss
My son died in 1992 and I was hard pressed to get someone to read this at the service. Everybody was in tears.
Sorry for your loss
I’m so sorry for your loss, how have you been doing .?
“We have two lives, and the second begins when we realise that we only have one.”
- Confucius
What a deep thought it is
read that again. it will BLOW YOUR MIND.
The emergency pet hospital (I'm sorry, I don't know the proper term for it) printed out this poem and put a stamp of my cat's paw on the bottom of the paper and gave it to me after he was cremated. It made me cry all over again.
It's heartbreaking to lose them, knowing how we will grow up and go along with our lives, where they would not be with us any longer, at least not physically.
I'm very sorry and truly pained to hear about your cat. And not to forget, it was a kind gesture on part of the hospital as well.
I know that feeling of loss myself, having lost my own parrot two years ago. It's never been easy since then. I hope that connection between you and your cat remains intact as long as you live. And stay well.
@Ghost Heart Thank you for your condolences.
My sister passed in 1992 aged 32 from Cancer. I have only been to her grave once since then. I see no point as I know she is not there. I have a beautiful portrait of her hanging on my wall to remind me of the beautiful person she was. She is in my heart and that keeps her alive, and that is what matters to me. Thank you for putting this beautiful poem up, who ever wrote it.
I agree. My darling Dad died 16 months ago now, and I only visit his grave if my Mum needs something checked. Otherwise, no. He isn't lying in a plot of dirt.
@@dragonflyparade8143 😊👍 Cheers
I selected this poem to be printed on the program for my mother's funeral. She was not religious, so it was perfect. It puts me in bits everytime I read it. Rest in peace Barbara J. Wright, you were beautiful, a fantastic mother, and taught me to be tough as nails. I miss you terribly. Anyone who wishes to pay tribute to this amazing woman; listen to the song "Song Bird" by Fleetwood Mac in her memory. Cheers, and thank you, illneas, for posting this video.
Will be listening to it while I go to work, Godspeed mate.
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That song is beautiful.
They are here for as long as we remember them.
yeah :)
i took the comment seriously until i saw your profile picture
I weep at your grave
I weep in my bed
I weep in the day
I weep in the night
I weep in the afternoon light
I weep because your not here
I weep because its my fault
I weep because I cant tell you
How sorry I am
I weep knowing the pain your family is in
I weep seeing the nxt generation born
That you will never meet
I wish I was with you
So I can kneel and weep
Begging forgiveness at your feet
Of all mankind's so-called holy books,
The Bible is the only one that states that the soul is mortal.
All the rest claim that mankind has an immortal soul.
All of them parrot the original lie,'You positively will not die'.
They embellish it a bit, but they basically believe the same.
So you have a choice...you can believe the Bible OR
you can believe one of the others, the koran, the gita, whatever...
Doesn't really matter which since they all teach the same thing with some variation.
Ironically the majority of so-called Christians don't actually believe the Bible
when it says 'that the man came to be a living soul'. Gen 2:7.
Nor do they believe it when is says, "the soul that is sinning...it itself will die." Ez 18:4
They don't accept what it says in Ecc 9:5,6 that the dead are unconscious and incapable of thought.
Furthermore, they don't believe Ps 146:4,5 or Ps 88:10, or Ps 115:17 etc, etc
Practically all religion today is Satanic spam.
I empty my spam folder in my email regularly.
I suggest that we do the same with this propaganda about the soul.
The only hope for the dead is a resurrection back to life on this earth
during the millennial reign of Christ for which Lazarus was a precedent.
@@kensnyder3102 I never went to a particular funeral. Over 20 yr I would dream of that person standing under a tree on a lawn. After around 20 yrs I eventually found out where that funeral was. She was the love of my life. I visited this cemetery, found out it was a lawn cemetery upon arrival, had the office tell me the grave location. There it was just below that tree. That tree exactly as it was in my dreams. Make of that what you will. But for 20yr that tree was the same. It never grew or changed. Ten yrs since I first visited her grave that tree is way different. Make of that what you will
This is amazing, you are talented. Pain is such a hard thing to word, and to even comprehend. It's kind of like we all feel pain but not really know what it is, I don't know how to describe it.
I feel the same way. I weep for the life they would have lived.
@@ozdavemcgee2079 so amazing
This has helped me grieve more than anything else I have heard or read. My dad’s body was found in an empty field, with the cause of death listed as “uncertain.” He wasn’t around for me much for the last 6 years and that makes it even worse honestly. But this poem has really helped me get through this mess. As I grow older I realize there’s no such thing as closure or “last words” or “goodbye.” It’s just silence. But this poem makes me feel the peace he felt before he closed his eyes for the last time. If you read this, tell your mom and dad you love them. One day they will just be memories. Thank you so much for this video.
I READ THIS AT MY DADS FUNERAL ON THE 9TH NOVEMBER. I AM VERY NERVOUS PERSON BUT I WANTED TO READ THIS OUT AND NOT TO STUMBLE ON MY WORDS OR CRY.
I WAS MORE EXCITED THAN ANYTHING THAT I COULD DO THIS FOR MY DAD.
I AM NOT SAD....I KNOW HOW LUCKY I AM TO HAVE KNOWN HIM TILL HE PASSED AT 83....I AM ADOPTED AND HE LOVED ME AS IF HIS FLESH AND BLOOD. MORE SO THAN HIS REAL SON.
I lost my mom on the 13th of January 2021, she was my very best friend. I know we had so much more to do, I miss you mom.
Hello Janette
Shes always with you sweetheart. Mum is with me every day l miss her so much too . They are always with us . Just listen to your gut that is them telling us they miss is too. When times are hard and your at your weakest she will make you you strong again. Smile every day that will make her happy. God bless sweetheart ❤ x
I nearly lost my mother, back in 2013. She had a stroke, slipped into a coma. It caused me to have a nervous breakdown, it was intense. I'm recovering, she's doing better. I envy her strength.
I am terribly sorry for your loss.
@@empress6598 Such true words.. Our parents never truly leave this planet.. We as children are clones of them and continue to carry their spirit day and night.. They have given us strength and courage to continue on our journey.. As they did when faced with the same situation.. Stay Strong ⭐🌝⭐
24 years ago this poem was read at my grandpas funeral, this Monday I aim to read it at my grans funeral. With all the restrictions, no service and only a burial with her life read out by the Major from the Salvation Army I really hope I can hold it together to do it justice with only being the grandchildren attending x
Don't try and hold it together. Don't be afraid of your true feelings. To pretend they aren't there is poison to you.
For you libby
"13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words."
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
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Yesterday I was standing at my grandpa's grave, crying, asking for a sign that he and/or God are even here. That they could even hear or see me. Today this popped up in my feed. I don't watch these types of videos, I'm more of a makeup commentary gal, but this was the perfect blend of pain and closure. Papa if you see this, I'll look for you in the way the sun hits the trees, in all the little things. We all love and miss you but it'll help knowing your here, even if only for a fleeting moment. :)
Love, your favorite :))
More power to you gal❤️ you are really strong❤️🦄
he must be so so so proud of you❤️🦄
@@snehasharma7633 omg you're so sweet I'm about to cry. That means more than you could ever know thank you so much you're such a beautiful soul
This poem was read beautifully at my Grandmas funeral about 10 years ago, and right now, she’s the one person I wish I could call and have a conversation with 💔
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check out mairead farrell song
It’s my faith that I believe you indeed could ‘call’ your Grandma to have a conversation. Indeed we don’t die, our bodies must but our souls lives on forever. When you ‘call’, do it with all your love for her, speak to her like you would in the past when you were next to her. Yes, it’s a prayer, a conversation we have with our loved ones. This is not magic etc, it’s our faith in the promises of our Lord Jesus Christ. Have faith and be in touch with the Transcendence.
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This poem always gets to me because I had to recite this poem at my brother’s funeral and it even more meaningful to me because he loved nature.
Thanks brother for making me fall in love with poetry
I'm humbled to have achieved that. Thank you 😸
Kunal Mehta Mary Elizabeth Frye probably has something to do with that.
Yeah he my favourite youtuber now :)
This is a tiny story about me, I'm fairly sure it's one I've never told anyone.
Some things online I get. You search something and for the next few days you're bombarded by ads for said search.
Sometimes though, I think the internet just throws something at you to see if it sticks and tonight .... tonight it not only stuck but it broke open my chest to a small but vital memory of mine.
I think I was 12... I know it was close to that age at least some 34ish years ago and I lived in a small town named Cuba in a town house. My memory tells me the outside walls were green but I honestly do not remember.
It was at the top of a hill, this I remember very well because I walked home from school up this hill.
Behind these townhouses was a cemetery, and by behind I mean our back yard was all of 10 feet to the fence to the graveyard.
As far as I can remember, this may be where my love of graveyards comes from. I spent so much time wandering the stones and grass there. The buildings and other people's memories.
That place is a basic part of me, that I can say.
My favorite stone in that graveyard, and while I can't say I read them all at 12, I can say that I read a great many of them. Alone wandering around those memories.
My favorite stone though, bore this poem. with a colored image of deer and trees. Colored images on grave stones are not that common, nor are such striking words. I went to that stone often and spent time with it and the memories that it contained. I memorized that poem, at the age of 12, it struck me and still does 34ish years later. I can see the foundation of much of what I believe to be true in it's words even listening to it now. Amusingly, this may actually be the first time I've heard it read out loud. It was always just that grey stone and the voice in my own head.
What an odd random thing to be offered tonight, decades after anyone or anything would have known that I spent so many days fixated on that stone, making it a part of me. What an odd and beautiful thing.
@Brett Dieter Thank you for your beautiful story. It’s a special memory!
I have a strange fondness for cemeteries too... Guess im not alone huh 😅
"13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words."
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
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Your story has touched my soul in a sense.. Thank you with my whole heart for sharing it.
What an odd and beautiful writing
My dear dog, Cornbread, died today... this poem is helping me and my husband to heal. She's always with us
Let me offer you these words written by Stephen Grelliet: “I shall pass through this life but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” ...
Dear God,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. #keepcomingbackliveyourkarma.
@@reiumali11 In death, do we dream of life; is it the distant horizon that wakens our sight to the curiosity of new light…
@victoria rook The "In death..." words are my own. Let me offer you these words by BensonPast: “In the wonders of life, there are mysteries abound. We think we understand, but we know no more than an infant in the perspectives of true reality. Every journey is a solo, no matter how large the crowd around us. The only true landmark we have is ourselves. That is our companion in the journey of life.” ...
@victoria rook That quote is from the English poet, artist and mystic William Blake
@victoria rook We are each the teacher and the student of one another...
I just realized I read this at a funeral many, many years ago. I remember how impactful it sounded at the time. Years later my partner died suddenly from cancer and it took me over five years to get myself together. It was unquestionably and by far the worst experience of my life. I can’t even bring myself to go see her grave again; I fall to pieces. And then I stumbled onto this. And then I remembered those words I spoke so long ago. Perhaps this was just the reminder I needed to help me move forward. Thank you, Kalen. ♥️
I hope you feel better :'(
You should visit her grave when you are ready man, I'm sure she has found peace. You should too...
I lost my father earlier this year, haven’t been able to cry but I cried so much when I heard this poem, I hope he’s happy wherever he is I miss him so much 😢
I hope that when you did cry that it helped you. 'Remember, your Dad is with you at all times watching over you, 'helping you make decisions etc. I'm sure you could share with him about how much you miss him & know that he is watching over you.
@@HerriCaine thank you so much for saying that ❤️ not a day goes by without thinking of him and talking to him
My wife said this at my mothers funeral, my wife has also passed away now, I may not stand at their graves but I still cry.
I feel so lucky to be one of the people discovered this channel
Ahh you are too kind my friend, I'm glad that you are here.
Two of my childhood best friends passed away on the same night in May of 2020.
In times where their loss has felt overwhelming, this poem has given and continues to give me the strength to accept it.
I couldn’t be more sorry for everyone who has lost someone they love, my heart breaks for you, but the hope and comfort I’ve felt reading this, to know we’re not alone in our grief, I think is such a beautiful thing.
Hello there. Every Living Soul has an electric pulse. Energy cannot b destroyed but changes form. Everything is One with the Universe.
@WhiteKilt ,100% Correct♥👍🕊
Yes 💜🖤❤️
Thank God I found someone who shares the same thoughts on death!! I too believe that all of us, as living things, have energy within us. And energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. It can only change form. And maybe that's why the poem says that even though the dead are physically absent, their energy still exists.
And maybe all living things existed as energy even before they're born! This energy must be what momentarily becomes "life", and then later come back to its original state, which is back to energy!
@@Ricky-nn3be most people don't understand or know this ,only the Awake in Sprit understand & know this . I Fully Know my body had died ,unfortunately they revived me ! it is Pure Peace , Beauty & Freedom , there is not a perfect word to describe out of the Body, One does Not Want to Return to this place called Earth , I now Truly understand the verse in the Bible that states Mourn a Birth , Celebrate a Death. Pure Energy outside of the Body .
True! This is based on science.
I recently lost someone close to me. I really needed to hear this poem. It's as beautiful as much as it is bittersweet and sad.
Energy can never be destroyed, only changed.
We found this in my grandmothers bedroom, and I read it when she passed away. To this day, it makes me cry.
The star you see may no longer glow,
Yet its light remains, a timeless show.
So too, with love, though lives may fade,
The warmth they gave will never degrade.
In hearts and minds, their light we keep,
Guiding us gently, even in sleep.
And when our time to shine is through,
Our light will guide the ones we knew
Just yesterday I was sobbing over my cat again. Today I find this in my recommended and I will take it as a sign. I needed this, thank you
The night after my cat died I had a dream that in the hallway in my house there were all these cute forest animals (little birds, rabbits etc). I rushed down stairs to try to close the outside door to stop all these animals running out and potentially getting hurt. As I went to the door I saw my cat as she was when she was a kitten playing outside our doorway on the porch. As soon as I saw her I was so happy I forgot about all the other animals and picked her up.
This dream, although it didn't dampen the sadness I felt at her passing (it's been four years and I still think of her often and miss her dearly) gave me hope. Maybe someday I'll see her again and like the poem says she did not die. I wish you well knowing the pain of losing something and someone you love.
is it alive
Lost my cat a little over a month ago, here by the same reason
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
For in the hearts of loved ones, I still keep.
I am not confined to earth's embrace,
But in the boundless realms of space.
I am the laughter in a child's eyes,
The whispered secrets of clear blue skies.
I am the strength in a friend's embrace,
The love that time and distance cannot erase.
I am the echo of your favorite song,
In the melodies that linger on.
I am the warmth of the morning sun,
The adventures that have just begun.
When you feel the gentle breeze's touch,
Know that I love you so very much.
I am the memories that bring you cheer,
In the stories you share with those who are near.
I am the courage that helps you stand,
The guiding force, a helping hand.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
For in your heart, I'll never say goodbye.
I am not there; I did not die,
In your love and memories, I continue to fly.
If these are your own words, well done! This is a fantastic addition
May I share it with my Friend?
sure@@MorichikaChosokabe
@@troyonik, thank you, kind sir or ma'am, that is very generous of you.
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When Grandad died and was buried, I knew he wasn't there. When I saw mum and dad dead, I knew they weren't there, Bless you all
I have understand that grieving and talking about it.It will make you stronger to understand the life meaning how we lived with the people that are gone,and how we will leave this world one day as well.Talking about grief is such a miracle.
My son died in 2000 he was 20 years old. Through all the sympathy cards I received and there were quite a lot, and there was only one card that touched my heart. It was a sympathy card with this verse, it was so real to me, I could hear my son saying the word. Do not stand at my Grave and cry I am not there I did not die. My promise to him was I will never stand at his grave and weep your not there you do not sleep. It’s been 23 years this September, and I have kept my promise to him. You will always be with us our Angel.
My father passed and this was played at his funeral. I hear this and always think of him.
My grandmother passed 1 year ago today. I found this video the day after. It truly gave me some peace that I needed. She was the foundation of our family. Same came here from Cuba alone with my mother who was 5 years old. She was the strongest person I ever met and every day I strive to have her resilience and compassion. She gave everything for her family and friends.
I thank you for making this video and the poem being so beautifully read. God bless.
Not weeping is just impossible at this point :(. Rest in peace, Techno. You will be missed.
Technoblade Never Dies!
i would cry more but i would die of dehydration
Technoblade never dies
Pigs can fly. Alex will never die.
stupid!
My wonderful Grandad has had Alzheimer’s for a few years now, and will have it until his death. He was always a person with a great appreciation for nature and art, and I’m crying listening to this poem, because it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d tell us if he could.
This poem is yellowed with age inside a special box my Poppa made for me. The first time I read it, it explained exactly how I have always felt. Do we really leave if we are still a tiny part of this brilliant world we all live in? God bless you all and may your time on this plane last exactly as long as you wish.
My grandmother is passing today. How badly I needed this . Thank you
Im sorry 😭
I’m so sorry for your lost.
I do hope you’re safe from the Covid?
I read this many years at my fathers funeral. It was so right for the amazing man I call my Dad . He was my hero 🌸💕🕊
This feels like a message from my dad who passed away March 2020!! Miss you dad and love you 💕💕💕💗Rest in Peace🌸🌸🌺
Rip
Mrs.Ali, I just want to climb through this tiny screen and scoop you up in the biggest bear hug the world has ever seen. May you be healthy, happy, and love your entire life ❤️💗🌸
Your so strong ❤️🥺
I was about to whrite the exact same comment. My dad passed away at christmas December 2020.
I found this video maybe two weeks ago and i watch it everyday because i feel like my dad was the one who made me find it.
Its so helpful to believe that he is not in a cold and dark grave but out there. Maybe in some ways more alive than he was before.
I wish you all the strength you need for the first anniversary of your dads death.
I love this poem
I miss you mom Jan 2020
Fly in peace ❤️
Your so strong 🥺❤️
Mothers teach us everything in life except how to live without them
My mother died December 13th 2020 ,at four thirty ..part of me went with her.we have to be strong because they gave us life ,and it would be disrespectful to their memory not to live it to the full.💞💕
do not stand at my grave and cry, i am not there.
i did not die.
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I got goosebumps when he said "I'm not there". I'm not religious and i've always been a realist but this made me realize something new.
This is literally the most beautiful poem I've ever heard. At my funeral, I want to say all this in a video and record different visuals.
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Exactly what i was thinking
It is about the memoirs and feelings the deceased awakes It is a lovely approach to death it reminds me of the quote "Do not cry because it is over, smile because it happened."
The only real friend I've ever known on earth, passed away just before Christmas and I miss him terribly. He too was a poet and would greatly appreciate these words. This poem has been in the back of my mind ever since, so I've looked for it today, so that I can share with some others who also miss him. It's beautifully spoken. Thank you🌿🎶🕊️🙏🏻💖💖
My Father once told me about what my grandfather said to him while lying on his bed before he died "son don't be sad ,even if I'm gone I will comeback as a 🕊️,I will be with you always".
6 years ago today I lost a great mate. Still missed today
Be strong mate
Mark Russ Sorry for you’re loss. It does get easier just takes a long time.
Memory lane is a lovey place
Where thoughts are fond and true
Again and again we travelled that lane
Just to be with you.
Keep surfing those waves
take care of yourself.
sorry for your loss mate, stay strong. we all find our own ways around grief, it has been 4 years and i'm still trying to make peace with it all and accept it
have you looked behind the sofa?
you are one of my favourite channel, please never ever stop, this is beyond beautiful, thank you🖤
That's so motivating, thank you
He’s my favorite too,I love his videos
My best friend recently passed and this brings me so much comfort❤️
This always brings me to tears. Not even a single person in mind, just the sheer sentiment.
i just can't get enough of it, i watch it and i do it over and over.
My grandpa passed away a year ago today, this video came into my recommendation today exactly when I realised it.
Time has such a weird meaning to me now, it’s going fast but slow at the same time
I read a quote about missing someone everyday once, I really thought it was not possible, but now I understand.
I miss you grandpa, I love you.
Beautiful interpretation of one of my favourite poems ever!
I read this at my father’s funeral service. It brings comfort, and awe.
I stumbled across this video while roaming around the internet, i left it in the back of my mind at first but when i experienced my first loss, something made me pull it out of the depths, i continue listening to this and cry in rememberance
Doubtlessly one of the most brilliant pieces of poetry ever written, and beautifully delivered by Tom O'Bedlam in this video. Great job! Very moving.
Thank you,
for mentioning who the narrator is.
I have to read this at my grandmas funeral today. Both honoured and sad.
Luckily I've not lost somebody yet (only one of my grandpas when I was younger) but I'm sobbing nonetheless. Sobbing for all the people in these comment sections, writing for and to loved ones. Man that's so sad and so beautiful at the same time. God bless you all
My Nan had this read at her funeral. She was the most amazing woman. The kindest soul you’d ever meet. In March it’ll be a year since she passed and I’ve never been the same since. I miss you x
....I let my son who’s 11 listen to this and his eyes teared up and he asked me if I was OK...really powerful....
I've carried this poem around for years, read it at my brother in law's passing, a poet with great insight.
This poem brings memories of my grandfather. At last I understand the feeling about his death, that I always had. „He did not die...“ - the words I needed so much. Thanks.
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You'll be missed Forrest. You were a bright light in this crappy corner of earth and now you're one for the stars
I had this read at my Father's funeral. It's such a beautiful poem, one that resonates with what I believe that we are never gone in totality from the ones we love.
Absolutely love this poem! but the actual author is a woman from Topeka Kansas named Clare Harner. She wrote this is 1934 I believe. :)💕
My father wrote this in a note book, for me to find I think. I came across it in his things after he died, I was able to read it to everyone at his funeral. The most meaningful thing of that sad day.
No video since so long nerds has affected me this much, respect.
This may very well be one of the most beautiful things i have ever heard in my short 27 years of existing.......
the next 27 are going to fly by let me tell ya
I saw a great one once in a gardening magazine. Went something like:
When I die, do not cry, do not mourn or weep.
Throw me bare as I was born, atop my compost heap.
that gave me a chuckle
I said this poem at my grandmother's funeral when I was 15.
We never wear black at funerals in my family. However people were crying. This poem shut everyone up at the church 🤣
All your loved ones are still around. Their spirit is not in the grave, it isn't in hell or heaven either...well not yet. They are around us in the spirit.
Sinesipho Mbangu ❤️❤️❤️❤️
I would've cried while reading it!
@ Sinesipho Mbangu, YES! so Right , the Sprit does not Die! And I also Do Not Believe in Wearing Black ! They have Went into the Light !♥👍🕊
You said their bodies are in the grave and souls are somewhere else. Then were are them? If they are not either body or soul then what're them?
Sreejith Uthaman my belief is that when you die you can choose if you want to stay as a ghost or you can be reincarnated. I can remember my past life and it’s really lonely feeling in my opinion to remember what used to be and just have to deal with living again. Of course anyone can believe what they do, but this is just what I think happens 🤷🏼♀️
I've recently finished my first animated short film, which was inspired by this poem, which I discovered here a couple of years ago. I thought it was beautiful and straightaway came up with a story/interpretation, thank you very much for the inspiration, I never thought I'd be able to make a shortfilm by myself! ☺
Had this read at my Mams funeral...really filled everyone's hearts with Peace. Rest Peaceful Mam x