An Ode to Miller Griffiths

Miller lost his battle with AID's. He went down fighting and without regret. He was greatly loved and will be missed. He was such a great person with a sense of self and purpose in his life. He gave so much to so many. My favorite saying: You are your accessories.

I found this poem and kept a copy. It was written in the 30's and I think is appropriate for this posting.

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.
Author unknown.