I heard this poem from an episode of Desperate Housewives couple of years ago. And it touched something inside me. Maybe this is true. Maybe this will happen when I die. 
“Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.”

I heard this poem from an episode of Desperate Housewives couple of years ago. And it touched something inside me. Maybe this is true. Maybe this will happen when I die. 

“Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.”

(Source: icanread)