A clueless kid with a camera filmed through the car windows during a car ride and made a video about it. A year later this video has surpassed 400k views and the comment section is full of people of trying to find closure from the loss of their loved ones. I stopped responding under this particular video because it was too heartbreaking for me to read these stories of grieving. However some nights I visit this place and I respond to these wonderful people and I can say with certainty that under this video lies one of the most beautiful places on the internet. Thank you Internet Friends, I'm forever humbled and still a kid with a camera.

It's weird how most of us living on Earth will never meet or even acknowledge each other's existence. For example, if you're reading my comment; this is probably the first and last time you'll ever see me.

"Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die." What a brilliant line.

“I am not there, I did not die.” Is one of the strongest sentences there, it had so much meaning. This poem is beautiful.

I'm living in a small village and almost every evening my grandma and I are going to the cemetery to water the flowers there. My grandma says that she feels sorry for the ones who are forgotten and not being cared for there, so she does it voluntarily . A couple years ago I started to help her watering the plants/flowers and everytime she would tell me a different story about different graves we visit. She almost knew all of the people burried there and their story's. It just makes me happy loving the forgotten/unloved.

When i was younger I used to think that when someone passed away they’d turn into stars... till someone made me feel stupid for thinking that. But I recently started feeling the same thing again.

They say you die two times in this world. Once physically, and once again when your name is spoken for the last time. Keep those you love alive by remembering them.

My little brother died just before he turned thirty. This was read at his funeral. On his gravestone are some of the words of one of our (his and my) favourite hymns "There is no end to being, there is no death above" We will see our loved ones again, and it will be the best day ever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Do not stand at my grave and cry, I’m not there, I did not die.” I will remember these words forever. Thank you.

I read this for my Gran at her funeral, my son sat and listened, his thumb raised and he mouthed to me ‘go on mum, you can do it!’ Six months later I read it again at my sons funeral and I knew in my whole being that he was sat amongst the 100’s mourning his death with his thumb in the air mouthing ‘Go on mum, you can do it!’ And God bless him; I did! 🙏😢💚🌈

This touched me I'm battling stage 4 brain cancer I believe this is amazing thank you for the share

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.

My son died in 1992 and I was hard pressed to get someone to read this at the service. Everybody was in tears.

“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”― Tennessee Williams

I want this read at my funeral. I was diagnosed a few years ago. So my older son and I have talked about when I pass. He asked if it would be ok to cry at my funeral. I told him if he needed to, but that I didn't want him to feel sad or hurt when I leave. I want him to be happy and enjoy his life. To stay true to the values I've taught him and to stay close to his little brother. At my funeral tell jokes, pull pranks, and above all have fun. Life has had it's hardships throughout but we always made the best of it. Don't be sad for me for there will be no more pain. I will still and always watch over my boys.

My dear dog, Cornbread, died today... this poem is helping me and my husband to heal. She's always with us

I READ THIS AT MY DADS FUNERAL ON THE 9TH NOVEMBER. I AM VERY NERVOUS PERSON BUT I WANTED TO READ THIS OUT AND NOT TO STUMBLE ON MY WORDS OR CRY. I WAS MORE EXCITED THAN ANYTHING THAT I COULD DO THIS FOR MY DAD. I AM NOT SAD....I KNOW HOW LUCKY I AM TO HAVE KNOWN HIM TILL HE PASSED AT 83....I AM ADOPTED AND HE LOVED ME AS IF HIS FLESH AND BLOOD. MORE SO THAN HIS REAL SON.

The saddest thing about videos like this are the comments about lost loved ones.

"We do not get over loss, we get through it, and take it with us." -A wise internet stranger

I recently lost someone close to me. I really needed to hear this poem. It's as beautiful as much as it is bittersweet and sad.

My wife said this at my mothers funeral, my wife has also passed away now, I may not stand at their graves but I still cry.

“We have two lives, and the second begins when we realise that we only have one.” - Confucius

I selected this poem to be printed on the program for my mother's funeral. She was not religious, so it was perfect. It puts me in bits everytime I read it. Rest in peace Barbara J. Wright, you were beautiful, a fantastic mother, and taught me to be tough as nails. I miss you terribly. Anyone who wishes to pay tribute to this amazing woman; listen to the song "Song Bird" by Fleetwood Mac in her memory. Cheers, and thank you, illneas, for posting this video.

This has helped me grieve more than anything else I have heard or read. My dad’s body was found in an empty field, with the cause of death listed as “uncertain.” He wasn’t around for me much for the last 6 years and that makes it even worse honestly. But this poem has really helped me get through this mess. As I grow older I realize there’s no such thing as closure or “last words” or “goodbye.” It’s just silence. But this poem makes me feel the peace he felt before he closed his eyes for the last time. If you read this, tell your mom and dad you love them. One day they will just be memories. Thank you so much for this video.

4 years today 😪 And this poem found me an hour before midnight. 56 beautiful years , 41 together.

My dear son passed away October 2019, he was only 23. It brings me comfort visiting his grave even though I know his spirit is everywhere. I make his surroundings pretty with yellow flowers and I hang wind chimes on the tree next to him. I can't wait to see him again one day 💚💚💚 I love you so much Daniel 💚💚💚

I will be reading this poem out at my brother’s funeral on Tuesday. I feel my brother is at peace when I am practicing reading out the poem. This reading is so moving …..

I lost my father earlier this year, haven’t been able to cry but I cried so much when I heard this poem, I hope he’s happy wherever he is I miss him so much 😢

My mom passed a little under a month ago and I understand this poem, I see her in everything I do. The way I clean, the way I cook, the way I fold my clothes, even in the way I tie my shoes. She taught me everything I know and how to comport myself in the future to come. She was best mom a man can ask for, thanks for reading this. I hope you have a great day.

my grandfather wrote this on his diary when he found out he had cancer....when he passed away, I found this poem and since that day this poem makes me cry and feel hopeful as well...

This poem always gets to me because I had to recite this poem at my brother’s funeral and it even more meaningful to me because he loved nature.

This poem was read beautifully at my Grandmas funeral about 10 years ago, and right now, she’s the one person I wish I could call and have a conversation with 💔

The poem helps me. Sunday is our oldest granddaughters funeral. I will use this to help her children deal with her death. She was a young woman only 35. Cancer.

This is going to sound super eerie but awesome. So after my Dad passed away two years ago, my Mom had a dream about these words and found the poem. It was a sign from him. Two years later, today on January 2nd, my Dad's birthday, this video pops up into my recommended... Happy Birthday Dad💖. Edit: thank you everyone :')

My father passed and this was played at his funeral. I hear this and always think of him.

I read this many years at my fathers funeral. It was so right for the amazing man I call my Dad . He was my hero 🌸💕🕊

They are here for as long as we remember them.

my one and only beautiful son died 14 years ago. I held his hand as he died. Yet, he is not dead. He lives in my heart, my thoughts, my soul. I can no longer hold him, yet he holds me every breathing minute. Thank you for these wonderful words and affirmation 💓

I just realized I read this at a funeral many, many years ago. I remember how impactful it sounded at the time. Years later my partner died suddenly from cancer and it took me over five years to get myself together. It was unquestionably and by far the worst experience of my life. I can’t even bring myself to go see her grave again; I fall to pieces. And then I stumbled onto this. And then I remembered those words I spoke so long ago. Perhaps this was just the reminder I needed to help me move forward. Thank you, Kalen. ♥️

Two of my childhood best friends passed away on the same night in May of 2020. In times where their loss has felt overwhelming, this poem has given and continues to give me the strength to accept it. I couldn’t be more sorry for everyone who has lost someone they love, my heart breaks for you, but the hope and comfort I’ve felt reading this, to know we’re not alone in our grief, I think is such a beautiful thing.

The emergency pet hospital (I'm sorry, I don't know the proper term for it) printed out this poem and put a stamp of my cat's paw on the bottom of the paper and gave it to me after he was cremated. It made me cry all over again.

Unbelievably simple and beautiful!!!!

We found this in my grandmothers bedroom, and I read it when she passed away. To this day, it makes me cry.

My Father once told me about what my grandfather said to him while lying on his bed before he died "son don't be sad ,even if I'm gone I will comeback as a 🕊️,I will be with you always".

People always seem to interpret this poem in a religious, spiritual, “I have become one with nature” sense, but I definitely don’t see it that way. I see it as carrying the memories of someone who has died with you, seeing them in beautiful, mundane, everyday things. That person is forever gone, but they still live within you. They never truly die, as long as you remember them.

My father carried this poem in his wallet. Listening to it brought back a flood of memories

My best friend recently passed and this brings me so much comfort❤️

i just can't get enough of it, i watch it and i do it over and over.

I lost my mom on the 13th of January 2021, she was my very best friend. I know we had so much more to do, I miss you mom.

do not stand at my grave and cry, i am not there. i did not die.

The only real friend I've ever known on earth, passed away just before Christmas and I miss him terribly. He too was a poet and would greatly appreciate these words. This poem has been in the back of my mind ever since, so I've looked for it today, so that I can share with some others who also miss him. It's beautifully spoken. Thank you🌿🎶🕊️🙏🏻💖💖

I have understand that grieving and talking about it.It will make you stronger to understand the life meaning how we lived with the people that are gone,and how we will leave this world one day as well.Talking about grief is such a miracle.

R.I.P Kyle Eagney, R.I.P. Tyler Johnson, R.I.P Travis Joseph, R.I.P David Knix, R.I.P. Eddie. I miss my friends.... I miss the smiles they gave me when they saw me, I miss seeing them just exist.. I never lost you guys, you're still with me.... I just wish i could hug you one more time.

My sister passed in 1992 aged 32 from Cancer. I have only been to her grave once since then. I see no point as I know she is not there. I have a beautiful portrait of her hanging on my wall to remind me of the beautiful person she was. She is in my heart and that keeps her alive, and that is what matters to me. Thank you for putting this beautiful poem up, who ever wrote it.

My grandmother is passing today. How badly I needed this . Thank you

I read this at my father’s funeral service. It brings comfort, and awe.

This is a tiny story about me, I'm fairly sure it's one I've never told anyone. Some things online I get. You search something and for the next few days you're bombarded by ads for said search. Sometimes though, I think the internet just throws something at you to see if it sticks and tonight .... tonight it not only stuck but it broke open my chest to a small but vital memory of mine. I think I was 12... I know it was close to that age at least some 34ish years ago and I lived in a small town named Cuba in a town house. My memory tells me the outside walls were green but I honestly do not remember. It was at the top of a hill, this I remember very well because I walked home from school up this hill. Behind these townhouses was a cemetery, and by behind I mean our back yard was all of 10 feet to the fence to the graveyard. As far as I can remember, this may be where my love of graveyards comes from. I spent so much time wandering the stones and grass there. The buildings and other people's memories. That place is a basic part of me, that I can say. My favorite stone in that graveyard, and while I can't say I read them all at 12, I can say that I read a great many of them. Alone wandering around those memories. My favorite stone though, bore this poem. with a colored image of deer and trees. Colored images on grave stones are not that common, nor are such striking words. I went to that stone often and spent time with it and the memories that it contained. I memorized that poem, at the age of 12, it struck me and still does 34ish years later. I can see the foundation of much of what I believe to be true in it's words even listening to it now. Amusingly, this may actually be the first time I've heard it read out loud. It was always just that grey stone and the voice in my own head. What an odd random thing to be offered tonight, decades after anyone or anything would have known that I spent so many days fixated on that stone, making it a part of me. What an odd and beautiful thing.

24 years ago this poem was read at my grandpas funeral, this Monday I aim to read it at my grans funeral. With all the restrictions, no service and only a burial with her life read out by the Major from the Salvation Army I really hope I can hold it together to do it justice with only being the grandchildren attending x

I stumbled across this video while roaming around the internet, i left it in the back of my mind at first but when i experienced my first loss, something made me pull it out of the depths, i continue listening to this and cry in rememberance

This poem is yellowed with age inside a special box my Poppa made for me. The first time I read it, it explained exactly how I have always felt. Do we really leave if we are still a tiny part of this brilliant world we all live in? God bless you all and may your time on this plane last exactly as long as you wish.

Energy can never be destroyed, only changed.

I feel so lucky to be one of the people discovered this channel

My son died in 2000 he was 20 years old. Through all the sympathy cards I received and there were quite a lot, and there was only one card that touched my heart. It was a sympathy card with this verse, it was so real to me, I could hear my son saying the word. Do not stand at my Grave and cry I am not there I did not die. My promise to him was I will never stand at his grave and weep your not there you do not sleep. It’s been 23 years this September, and I have kept my promise to him. You will always be with us our Angel.

My grandmother passed 1 year ago today. I found this video the day after. It truly gave me some peace that I needed. She was the foundation of our family. Same came here from Cuba alone with my mother who was 5 years old. She was the strongest person I ever met and every day I strive to have her resilience and compassion. She gave everything for her family and friends. I thank you for making this video and the poem being so beautifully read. God bless.

I weep at your grave I weep in my bed I weep in the day I weep in the night I weep in the afternoon light I weep because your not here I weep because its my fault I weep because I cant tell you How sorry I am I weep knowing the pain your family is in I weep seeing the nxt generation born That you will never meet I wish I was with you So I can kneel and weep Begging forgiveness at your feet

Let me offer you these words written by Stephen Grelliet: “I shall pass through this life but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” ...

My father wrote this in a note book, for me to find I think. I came across it in his things after he died, I was able to read it to everyone at his funeral. The most meaningful thing of that sad day.

Had this read at my Mams funeral...really filled everyone's hearts with Peace. Rest Peaceful Mam x

When Grandad died and was buried, I knew he wasn't there. When I saw mum and dad dead, I knew they weren't there, Bless you all

Thanks brother for making me fall in love with poetry

One of my good friends passed away last month. This poem was printed on the card.

I never knew who wrote this. I found it in the newspaper one morning and cut it out. I thought how beautiful it would be to read it at a funeral. Little did I know. That afternoon I was fixing dinner. The phone rang. It was my sister telling me that our mother had died. She had been in good health and I had spoken to her the night before. I read this at her funeral later that week.

Yesterday I was standing at my grandpa's grave, crying, asking for a sign that he and/or God are even here. That they could even hear or see me. Today this popped up in my feed. I don't watch these types of videos, I'm more of a makeup commentary gal, but this was the perfect blend of pain and closure. Papa if you see this, I'll look for you in the way the sun hits the trees, in all the little things. We all love and miss you but it'll help knowing your here, even if only for a fleeting moment. :) Love, your favorite :))

My wonderful Grandad has had Alzheimer’s for a few years now, and will have it until his death. He was always a person with a great appreciation for nature and art, and I’m crying listening to this poem, because it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d tell us if he could.

Poetry is the only thing keeping me alive rn

I wonder if they will ever cry for me I can't imagine being that important to anyone

My mom told me everything in life but how to live without her..

6 years ago today I lost a great mate. Still missed today

This always brings me to tears. Not even a single person in mind, just the sheer sentiment.

I got goosebumps when he said "I'm not there". I'm not religious and i've always been a realist but this made me realize something new.

I love this poem I miss you mom Jan 2020 Fly in peace ❤️

“Do not stand at my grave and weep” Me: instantly starts sobbing 😂

Thinking of my late mum and missing her, beautiful poem

Luckily I've not lost somebody yet (only one of my grandpas when I was younger) but I'm sobbing nonetheless. Sobbing for all the people in these comment sections, writing for and to loved ones. Man that's so sad and so beautiful at the same time. God bless you all

Just yesterday I was sobbing over my cat again. Today I find this in my recommended and I will take it as a sign. I needed this, thank you

It is about the memoirs and feelings the deceased awakes It is a lovely approach to death it reminds me of the quote "Do not cry because it is over, smile because it happened."

My grandpa passed away a year ago today, this video came into my recommendation today exactly when I realised it. Time has such a weird meaning to me now, it’s going fast but slow at the same time I read a quote about missing someone everyday once, I really thought it was not possible, but now I understand. I miss you grandpa, I love you. Beautiful interpretation of one of my favourite poems ever!

My Nan had this read at her funeral. She was the most amazing woman. The kindest soul you’d ever meet. In March it’ll be a year since she passed and I’ve never been the same since. I miss you x

This feels like a message from my dad who passed away March 2020!! Miss you dad and love you 💕💕💕💗Rest in Peace🌸🌸🌺

....I let my son who’s 11 listen to this and his eyes teared up and he asked me if I was OK...really powerful....

Absolutely love this poem! but the actual author is a woman from Topeka Kansas named Clare Harner. She wrote this is 1934 I believe. :)💕

Beautiful I said these words at the passing of my dad blessings to all 🙏

This may very well be one of the most beautiful things i have ever heard in my short 27 years of existing.......

I found this poem in my brothers notebook after he killed himself, it’s on his memorial card .

2 years ago on November 2nd 2020 my grandma Elizabeth Thompson passed away due to complications on a blood transfusion. She was like a mother to me she raised me my whole life and when I got older I took her being around more and more for granted. Please if you have someone you care about, tell them every chance you can. Hold them tight and cherish them dearly. I would do anything to kiss you on the head again Noni. To come and steal the baby bel cheese from your crisper, to fall asleep with you after a long car ride, to collect beach glass on our lake side adventures. I hope you are looking at me from the cosmos and smiling. I hope I was able to make you proud. I will always hold this poem close to my heart..It's what inspired me to write poems of my own on Christmas of 2020. Sending all my love to those of you struggle with grievance, my condolences go out to you and your families. 💖

Rest In Peace Techno. A true King never dies.

I wish you'd said the whole poem, as it builds beautifully.

This is literally the most beautiful poem I've ever heard. At my funeral, I want to say all this in a video and record different visuals.

This was posted on the page of a Facebook friend who is close to death. He's sad to leave this world, but he's lived a good, useful life, beloved by many for whom he has been of great service. Apparently, when your life is about helping others, when your time is up you have no fear. I hope that when my time comes, I feel as if I've used up my life instead of being used up by life. Godspeed, Mike. 🌻

I lost my great grandmother almost two years ago.. I never got to say goodbye to her before she passed on. But at least I was fortunate enough to have met her and formed good memories while she was still alive. Whenever I hear a train going by or hear a train whistle I think of her.. She worked for Southern Pacific for over 40 years and that's why I'm reminded of her whenever I hear a train. I also am reminded of her whenever I see marbles. I remember she had these containers filled to the brim with marbles and whenever I'd visit her I'd always play with those marbles.. I miss her so much..