Dear Ciara, Dev and Anoushka, I know this is a hard time and I know that words may be small comfort. But here is a poem that has helped me when I have grieved as you do today. Indie lives on in all of you. My prayers and love will be with you always... Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep -Mary Elizabeth Frye 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 sun 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.