Greece 1983-1985 Mofarrij Group of Companies, Piraeus   My father passed away on 31.1.1984. It didn't come unexpected as he had been ailing for many, many years but it still hit me hard. 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.