R.I.P. Bert

On a cold, wintery, lonely Winnipeg morning near 2am, my stepdad Bert was stuck in the snow somewhere in south west Winnipeg (pembina highway). Bert was a taxi driver and he worked 12+ hours per day, sometimes 6 days a week. It was a hard and dangerous job. Like my dad earlier in 1987 who passed away from a heart attack, Bert had a sudden and fatal heart attack that killed him quick. He was only 56 and worked out every day. 

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there...I DID NOT DIE.