Thomas Elliot Fogel February 24, 2003- April 14, 2011
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun 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 light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
I found this poem online back in February when we thought that Thomas would not make it back home from MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston.
But this brave boy bounced back and within days of almost dying, he was playing with his light saber like a true Jedi Knight.
But even the bravest knights fall, and our precious Thomas left us yeaterday at 7:00 a.m. Mountain Time, peacefully, surrounded by his mother Karrolyne, his father Avram and his brother Patrick.