When I’m Gone

When I’m Gone, is the title of a wonderful Post in the form of a poem at the Elder Storytelling Place, a blog for the over 50s, run by Ronni Bennett, it is a place for Bloggers and non-Bloggers to submit stories or posts.  You will find the Instructions for submitting here.

I have in the past contributed some items to the site.  Another familiar name you will find there in Nancy Leitz who is a regular visitor here.  In fact Nancy was commenting here for many months before she realised that she knew me in real life.

When I’m Gone is by A. Peri and I urge you to read it.

A little taster to whet your appetite

I want to say that when I’m gone I want you to remember me
in the sheets of rain, flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder
that rides over the nighttime skies.

I don’t want you to sit beside a hole in the ground
to weep. I’m not there.

I left.

I’m in the folds of tulips, the fragrance of jasmine,
the whispers of a child and music that makes you
want to dance until you’re breathless.

But wait…..

Now over you go and read it for yourself!

15 thoughts on “When I’m Gone

  1. Baino

    Not tonight Grannymar. We’re celebrating a birthday and I don’t need to be reminded of those who won’t be with us tonight. Tomorrow, I promise.

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  2. Grannymar Post author

    Baino – It will keep! Enjoy the birthday party.

    Rhyelysgranny – I felt it was worth sharing.

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  3. Grannymar Post author

    Ramana – Now I like listening to Neil Diamond and that one has a good message!

    Gaelikaa – Thank you! I am on my way.

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  4. kenju

    I always love Nancy’s stories. I was an early contributor to the site, but I’m all out of stories now. I’m off to read the other one – it sounds terrific already!

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  5. nick

    “Whenever you can:
    take every chance,
    open every door,
    learn the destination of
    and walk every unmarked trail.”

    Very good advice. Once we’re gone we can’t go back and try the things we were afraid of during our lifetimes.

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  6. Cardi

    Mary Frye’s (attributed) famous inspirational poem, prayer, and bereavement verse

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.
    I am in a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the softly falling snow.
    I am the gentle showers of rain,
    I am the fields of ripening grain.
    I am in the morning hush,
    I am in the graceful rush
    Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
    I am the starshine of the night.
    I am in the flowers that bloom,
    I am in a quiet room.
    I am in the birds that sing,
    I am in each lovely thing.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there. I do not die.

    http://www.businessballs.com/donotstandatmygraveandweep.htm

    Ironically a colleague first read this to me on the ferry from Fishguard to Rosslare circa 2000

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  7. Grannymar Post author

    Cardi – I am familiar with that poem but did not know the background to it. Thanks for the link!

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  8. Grannymar Post author

    Nick – I just noticed… I lost one of my own comments! 😆 I am very much into opening every door – only way to find the treasure on the other side.

    Alice – I am glad you enjoyed it.

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