Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Acapella

by Dan Harazin, Bridgman, Michigan last December, 2 months ago, I received a call from one of my team futbol compaƱero, who was coach at the hospital. I knew that the severity or magnitude of what was happening. But when I got there, my friend looked at do not stand at my grave and weep acapella me in the eyes and said, it's gone. I was very close with this car, we were real friends and training partners. I was completely shocked. When the President is sitting in the waiting room, I was reminded of this poem, or something like that. Immediately, he looked up and began to read. I sat on the Chair for at least an hour to wait until something happens, and I read this poem at least 20 times. It is a nice job. Rest in peace coach. Reply to share,.