This poem reminded me of something he might say. I always thought that he was a great father always have a lot of good things to say about his children. He always had a smile on his face and it warms my heart to think of him. A Thousand Winds..Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousands 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 awake in the morning bush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet in circled 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.