i am writing this article and dedicating this poem to my dear sister she was 14 when died in the car accident after she took her exams after two weeks of her death her result was declared and she stood first in her matriculation exams.... i miss her every day and every second of my life i wish i could see her and talk to her... however, this is a poem that could be the dedication to her cause if she could talk she would have said this;

Do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there. i do not sleep.
i am 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 starts that shine at night.

do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there. i didn't die

( Mary Elizabeth Frye )