im 8st 11lbs never enough i found a poem it's not mine but i love it 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 fallen snow, I am the gentle showers of rain I am the fields of ripening grain I am in the morning's hush I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight I am the starshine of the night I am the flowers that bloom I am in a quiet room I am the birds that sing I am in each lovely thing Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. beautiful