Sorry for your loss. I lost my brother 10 years ago and could not attend his funeral either
Life is a mysterious concoction of weird events, and things out of our control sometimes just happen.
There's a poem that I often read that makes me feel a bit better I wanted to share with you:
Quote:
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.
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