it has been 1 month today! You would think that it would be easier to deal with but it isnt! There is so much I want to talk to her about. And I do but I miss her words of wisdom! I miss her laugh! Anyways I found this poem yesterday and I posted it in creative but I wanted to add it here too...

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.

— Anonymous