There is a poem that I love, and the first line is painted on the bench next to where Meghan, Shannon, Sprite and my Danes are buried.  It is from THE LITTLE PRINCE by Antoine de Saint-Exupery...   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 awake in the morning's hush I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star that shines at night.   Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.   Sleep well my special friends.  That'll do.