Vår kära Viking, Hin Chen’s Quite Right, fick igår somna in vid 12 års ålder. Du kommer bli saknad av oss alla.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there,I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake 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 by my grave and cry:
I am not there. I did not die