Every Samhain, when we remember friends and relations who have died,I always recite a poem for my parents and my older brother. It is a poem my mother loved,and is by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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 sunlight on the ripened grain;
the gentle,Autumn rain.
There is more, you can find it on the internet. The last two lines are very lovely;
So do not stand at my grave and cry!
I am not there. I did not die!