This poem comes to mind – for his family, for his friends, and for those of us who never knew him personally but somehow feel the loss …
It is by Mary E Faye and it is called: I DID NOT DIE
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken 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 at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
Bless your heart, Philip Seymour Hoffman. We are richer because you were here.