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I am just completing my second night shift, two more to go. It is a trigger for my anxiety. Not to mention all the stresses of life, and the closing of my new house being delayed makes matters worse. The anxiety has been bugging me since I got here. I keep thinking its my heart, and i know its not.
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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's 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. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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