My condolences on your loss . . .
Do not think of me and weep
I am still with you---I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the 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 think of me and cry,
I am with you still---I did not die.
---Native American Prayer
He will always be with you, Olly!