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When a loved one becomes a memory
That memory becomes a treasure.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
You live as long as you are remembered.
GENEALOGY, BEGINS AS AN INTEREST, BECOMES A HOBBY, CONTINUES AS AN AVOCATION, AND IN THE LAST STAGES, IS AN INCURABLE DISEASE.
THOSE WHO FEEL NO PRIDE IN ANCESTORS IS UNWORTHY TO BE REMEMBERED BY DESCENDANTS.
Your life was a blessing
your memory a treasure...
You are loved beyond words
and missed beyond measure
You are not forgotten loved one
Nor will you ever be.
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee
What Will be Left
What will be left after I'm gone,To tell the world that I was even born?
I've no book in the library under my name,
No picture hanging in the sports hall of fame.
An ordinary man,son,husband, and father was I,
There wasn't a big funeral when I died; I lived and produced, was a part of the scene,
Made a difference, Maybe more than it seemed;
But what will be left,years after I'm gone?
Just a small granite stone, with lettering worn.
Don't let it lie, in the grass on it's face,
Or be tossed about, the dead to disgrace.
Keep it erect, though it really matter not where,
For my memory lives on, as long as my stone is there.
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