ten thousand winds

My father died three years ago , a day after my birthday. I remeber sseing him in ht e morning on the hospital bed. He was up, waiting for me, and the first thing he said was "happy birthday, son". I had to bend close to hear, and his eyes were watery. Maybe he knew he was dying then, and held on for those days in order to say those words to me. He passed away the next day, but that is another story for another day.

A few weeks ago , I came across a song which reflects for me the philosophy of life that my father held on to. He never let go of this philosophy, even to his dying days. The title of the song is A Thousand Winds. One tenth of my father , who is named (as translated in English) Ten Thousand Winds.

Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
I am the swift rush of birds in flight
Soft stars that shine at night

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow
I Am A Thousand Winds.

To my Ten Thousand Winds. I miss you papa.