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 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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye

Father’s day is never easy for my kids. I do not know how that feels because I am still fortunate enough to have my dad. I just want my kids to know that their father is still here and with them. Rich changed my family’s history, and I could not be more grateful for having him as a father to our children. 

Take care of you and your loved ones, and be well! – Dr. Kime