"I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, “Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country — I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.” ~~Walt Witman
Goodbye Bernie, thank you for laughter you inspired and your light.
I always thought I'd like this poem read when I died, it seems fitting to share it here.
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 early morning rain
Hush, when you wake in the morning
I am the swift uplifting rush of circling birds in flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
~~Author Unknown
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That poem is beautiful, very Epicurean.
I remember somebody quoting it at my Great Aunt's funeral, so it has particular meaning for me too.
Much sadness for the loss of Bernie Mac, he was a funny guy.
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