My friend Pete's daughter Rachael, a kind, vivacious and beautiful girl, was killed in a car crash - no one else involved - when she was 20. Her best friend recited 'Do Not Stand At My Grave' at her funeral, to a church packed with her young friends. In that two minutes the cloud of doom lifted, and what had been a dreadful and harrowing experience became an uplifting celebration for the (albeit short) life of a fine young lady.

Grit your teeth and give it your best shot, and believe in the truth of the words.

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