今天是大年初十，老公89歲的姥姥仙去了。

她是一個精神矍鑠，精力旺盛的老人，但近一年來身體情況大不如前。大年初五家宴聚餐前，她還在躺椅上休息了許久，臉色不好。我當(dāng)時看著她精神欠佳的樣子，心中就有些打鼓，覺得老人真是有些風(fēng)燭殘年的樣子了。次日，姥姥就因身體不適進了醫(yī)院。值得欣慰的是，一切都發(fā)生的很快。老人沒有讓自己受太多的罪。

摘錄Mary Elizabeth Frye的小詩，送給因她離去而悲慟的家人們：

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 sun 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.

這首詩的另外一個版本，詩人確認的最初版，意境不如上文，但音韻我很喜歡，也摘錄在這里：

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

愿天堂里的姥姥安息。