It snowed in Yorkshire today..  Not for long, but it did!

 

And it reminded me of the poem that we chose for Mum’s funeral, to which I like to refer to, to read, take comfort in and think of her.  I realise that I can dwell on the feeling that we were robbed of her far too early by Alzheimer’s and then again more recently in body or I can take a more spiritual view.

 

“Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there.  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there; I did not die.

 

Mum loved the snow, having grown up in Switzerland. And I remember when we designed my wedding dress, we chose a duchess satin, covered it in organza silk and then we threw thousands and thousands of tiny crystals all over … to recreate the look of the sunlight dancing on fresh snow, ‘the diamond glints in snow’.

 

Without fail, every year Mum would send me a Valentine’s card… so I believe the 30 second snow flurry this morning and the blue skies that followed was my Mum telling me she loved me and always will.  Love you back Mumbo. x