3 October 2013

Remembering a certain David Yankey….

… a week after I heard the “news”

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.

Poet: Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)

Posted October 3, 2013 by Rajib Roy in category "Our Friends


  1. By Rich Huffman (Post author) on

    Very, very fitting tribute Rajib. David would approve, grudgingly of course. A very humble man.

    He was an awesome soul. We all should strive to have such a perspective and love for his fellow man (woman included) as he had for everyone. Would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it and always saw the best in people.

    Never complained. Saw every difficulty as a learning experience. Didn’t accept excuses for himself.

    Always positive. Always respectful. Always loving.

    To be sorely missed by all who really got the opportunity to truly know him, yet inspired by his presence in their life. I will forever ask myself, “what would David do?”


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