I too am a big fan of After Life. I must confess I'm a little worried by the end of season 3. I hope this isn't upsetting, but the poem his friend read near the end is not one I had heard so I looked it up. Here it is:
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep (Mary Elizabeth Frye)
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
I don't think anyone here needed you to us you were beautiful, your heart did that a long time ago. We women are funny about our hair. My bestie, who is dealing with systemic health issues and stopped dying her hair and is extremely self-conscious about it, had someone comment on her Cruella Deville hair. When she told me about it I said, "What a compliment, in every interpretation I've ever seen of her, her hair is her most celebrated feature." Own that hair. Have a lovely day.
