Create A Remembrance

The butterfly emerges

from its silken shell-

Reborn, it arises,

no longer bound to earth.

Free at last, the butterfly glides

to heights unknown before.

So do our loved ones find

a beautiful release

as, earthbound no more,

they leave our sight and joyfully rise

to a garden of matchless beauty,

a place of light and peace.

-Evelyn Phillips

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's glint on snow,

I am the sunlight on ripening 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 cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

As we look back over time
We find ourselves wondering .....
Did we remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for us?
For all the times you were by our sides
To help and support us .....
To celebrate our successes
To understand our problems
And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching us by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgement,
Courage and integrity?
We wonder if we ever thanked you
For the sacrifices you made.
To let us have the very best?
And for the simple things
Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to show our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We're thanking you now.
And we are hoping you knew all along,
How much you meant to us.

The celebration of life,
shared in the beginning, and again, in the end.
Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live.
Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive?
Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world
and dead to the life we are to live.
To celebrate all life,
the sparrow who sang in the morning,
and died in the night,
why do we not celebrate its life?
To know thyself is to know you are alive -
to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain.
In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and
strength is all that's left to be gained
in the moment by moment celebration of life.
By Deborah Peabody

I think no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head
Nor the tremulous things I said.
You will still see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
Dorothy Parker

Those we love remain with us
for love itself lives on,
and cherished memories never fade
because a loved one's gone.
Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart,
far as long as there is memory,
they'll live on in the heart.

Safely Home

I am home in Heaven dear ones: Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed I am now at peace forever, safely home in Heaven at last.

Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still; try to look beyond earth shadows, Pray to trust our Father's will

There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand: do it now, while life remaineth you shall rest in Jesus' land

When that work is all completed, He will gently call you Home; oh the rapture of that meeting, oh the joy to see you come!

We hold you close within our hearts and there you shall remain.

To walk with us throughout our lives until we meet again.

So rest in peace Dear loved one and thanks for all you've done.

We pray that God has given you the crown you've truly won.

I'd like the memory of me

to be a happy one,

I'd like to leave an afterglow

of smiles when life is done.

I'd like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

of happy times and laughing

times and bright and sunny days.

I'd like the tears of those

who grieve, to dry before the sun.

Of happy memories that I leave

when life is done.

May the road

rise to meet you.

May the wind

be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm

upon your face

and rains fall soft

upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you

in the hollow of His hand.

An Old Irish Blessing

Help your loved one's memory live on