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I feel really down at the minute so I decided to write a sad little one-shot based around a World War One poem we studied in English :( sorry if it's crap

- Sara xoxo

23rd September 2012- Just looked through all my stories having a clean-up when I saw this and read through it. I almost made myself cry! :S But I went through, edited it again and reposted it because I wanted to share it again with you all. I should write more one-shots I think :)

Enjoy,

- Sara xoxo

Dearest Gerard, (aka Gee, GeeBear and Gee-Gee)

Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on 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 bereft
I am not there. I have not left.


Do you remember that poem? It's beautiful isn't it? I can see why you loved it so much.

I remember you reading it for the first time in English.

I remember you buying a book of war poems, just so you could read it again and again.

I remember how you would whisper it to me as we fell asleep together...

...I remember reading it at your funeral.

I miss you babe, I miss you so much. I miss waking up in your arms, I miss holding your hand, I miss your smell, I miss the way you could brighten up my day, I miss our hugs, I miss our kisses, I miss our secret rendevouz after band practice, I miss seeing the smile on your face, and I miss seeing the ring on your finger.

The ring of our unending love.

"To have and to hold, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." We both made those vows darling but even though I can't have you to hold I have never stopped loving you.
You wanted to be buried with the ring, didn't you? Just to "Make sure that no angels try to flirt with me." You had giggled. That's right, you giggled on your deathbed. But that was you all over, always making me laugh, right until the very end. I try not to think of that day, but I can't help it. You said that you didn't want me to remember you as that weak, pale, helpless person laid on a hospital bed with wires wherever the doctors could get them to stay in. I lay with you that night, it was against hospital regulations to share a bed but we didn't give a shit did we?

I shouldn't of fallen asleep Gerard, if I had stayed awake that night then maybe you wouldn't have died. I remember waking up to your cold body, your head on my chest and a satisfied smile frozen forever on those beautiful lips and those hazel eyes closed for the last time. I could of thought you were sleeping were it not for the silence of the monitors. I can't believe that you actually unhooked yourself from that machine because you didn't want to wake me up when it...when...when it happened. I cried for so long Gerard, just stroking your ebony hair as you slumbered forever. God had taken you for an angel, it wasn't fair, men in their thirties aren't supposed to die, dying is for old people, not young people with so much to live for.

I remember coming home that day to find our house so empty, so cold without you. It seemed so big all alone. It hadn't quite sunk in that you were really gone and I had actually made two meals one for me, the other for you. When I sat down to watch television I kept turning to say stuff, only to remember you weren't there and never would be. When I tried to sleep I felt lost in those bedsheets without you, I had one of your shirts cradled in my arms, just so I could smell you and pretend you weren't dead.

It pretty much ended My Chemical Romance, we couldn't find anyone who could replace you Gee. You were one of a kind. Of course, the fans were gutted about this but they understood. They leave flowers by your grave sometimes, do you like them? They sometimes leave toys and cards too, but I always take them home with me if it rains.

I live by that poem you loved so much babe, because it's true and reminds me of you, not that I'd ever forget you of course. Each line makes me think of you;

I am in a thousand winds that blow - Each gust of wind seems to carry your voice, whispering in my ears.

I am the diamond glints on snow - Your pearly white teeth in that cute crooked grin.

I am the gentle showers of rain - The way you brightened up my day; all showers end in a colourful rainbow.

I am the fields of ripening grain - The way your raven black hair fell in soft locks.

I am in the morning hush - The quiet moments we used to share.

I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight - How graceful and elegant you were.

I am the starshine of the night - The way your hazel eyes twinkled like they were made from the finest stars in heaven.

I am in the flowers that bloom - Your love for spring and roses (your favourite flowers).

I am in a quiet room - The first time I met you, sitting in the peaceful serenity of the school library.

I am in the birds that sing - When I would wake up to your beautiful voice as you sung in the shower.

I am in each lovely thing - You were beautiful in so many ways it was as if you were made of the finest things life had to offer.

Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left. - You haven't left me entirely and I've come to realise that no matter where I go or where I look, I will always see a part of you within it.


I do visit your grave every day though, the white marble shaded by the confines of the willow tree. I read that inscription everytime my dear husband;

"Gerard Arthur Iero-Way
Born: 9th April 1977 Died: 5th August 2011 aged 34 years.

"I'm still waiting for Frank to catch up."


I will catch up one day babe, I promise to you. Then we can be together for eternity, but like you said "You gotta keep on living Frank, no matter how rough it gets I'll always be waiting for you."

And that's what encourages me to stay here, alive, just knowing that one day I'll finally be able to see you smile again and kiss you once more is enough to keep me going because I swear to you Gerard that I am not afraid to keep on living.

I can't wait to see you once more, all my love, for now, and always,

Frank (aka Frankie) xoxoxoxoxo


Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on 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 bereft
I am not there. I have not left.


Hope you liked it, please R&R and let me know what you think xoxo