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| Memories Hold fast to your memories, to all of the cherished moments of the past, to the blessings and the laughter, the joys and the celebrations, the sorrow and the tears. They all add up to a treasure of fond yesterdays that you shared and spent together, and they keep the one you loved close in spirit and thought. The special moments and memories in your life will never change. They will always be in your heart, today and forevermore. -Linda E. Knight- |
| Title Not Known Do not stand at my grave and 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 rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quietbirds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Author Unknown |
| To All Parents "I'll lend you for a little time a child of Mine,"He said. "For you to love the while he lives And mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty two or three, But will you, till I call him back, Take care of him for Me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, And shall his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over In my search for teachers true And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labor vain, Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again? I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, Thy will be done! For all the joy thy child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known Forever grateful stay; But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand. By Edgar Guest |
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