Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. Indian sex As he did, he reached into his pocket, withdrew a closed hand, placed his hand close to the sand, and opened it – a small object fell out – there, on the sand, was a ring – Chen’s ring – still so new, so shiny – flashing like a star in the night sky – it glinted and sparkled in the sun. James began – his voice faltered at first, then became clear and strong, as he read from a small piece of paper – ‘We are here today to return the earthly remains of Chen Tseng to the place he called his heaven on earth – while he gave so much of his very being to all of us, and gave his everlasting love and very essence to his Michael at this very place, we know his eternal soul is in the heavens, waiting there for our time to join him.
