Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by 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 sunlight .
I'm not sure if you truly ever heal after the loss of a loved one you just learn to live life without them, and I will never be whole again. I will learn to live with the emptiness of the hole in my heart.