I came across this poem that I found really beautiful and comforting and wanted to share:

I'll stand not at your grave and weep; you are not there.  You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.  You are diamond glints on snow.
You are sunlight on ripened grain.  You are gentle autumn's rain.
When I awaken in morning's hush, you are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.  You are soft stars that shine at night.
I'll stand not at your grave and cry:  you are not there.  You did not die.
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