Some are different.
Just because some don’t fit into what people think they should be, Does not give them the right to remove them from society.
To the families and friends of those that died in Orlando my heart goes out to you.
Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand 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 flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep
Thank you
George McNeill Photography 