Sometimes life isn't fair.
My thoughts today go out to a family who lost a son and brother much too early.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I'm not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glimpse of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened green, I am the gentle autumn's rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I'm not there, I did not die.