No beauty shines brighter than that of a good heart .
Leave footprints of kindness wherever you go

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

O, yes we trust that somehow good,Will be the final goal of all.
by Tennyson

Gratitude turns disappointment into lessons learned,
discoveries made, alternatives explored, and new plans set in motion.

Being a graver for us is not a competitive endeavor. Collecting memorials and garnering large statistics counts is a juvenile attitude.
because we don't 'own' the dead (nor the living for that matter). Our goal is to eventually transfer every memorial of whom our families are not related to those who are. Really! We can't take them with us... ;-)

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
Kahlil Gibran.
Always happy to make corrections when politely requested with confirming documentation.

A Poem Titled, 'Waiting at Heaven's Door'
In Memory Of Our Loved Ones

Death beckoned her with outstretched
hand
And whispered softly of an unknown
land,
But she was not afraid to go
For though the path she did not know
She took death's hand without a fear

For God who safely brought her here
Had promised He would lead the way
Into eternity's bright day.

For none of us need go alone
Into the valley that is unknown,

But, guided by our Father's hand
We journey to the promised land.

You know that her love is with
you still
For she loved you in life and always
will.
Love like hers can never end
Because it is the perfect blend
Of joy and sorrows, smiles and tears,
That just grew stronger with the years.

Love like hers can never die
For she's taken it with her to the sky...

So think of her as living above
No farther away than your undying love,

For now she is happy and free once more
And she's waiting for you at Heaven's door.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember
And Haply may forget.

~Christina Rossetti~

"Her happy soul has winged its way
To one pure bright eternal day"

No beauty shines brighter than that of a good heart .
Leave footprints of kindness wherever you go

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

O, yes we trust that somehow good,Will be the final goal of all.
by Tennyson

Gratitude turns disappointment into lessons learned,
discoveries made, alternatives explored, and new plans set in motion.

Being a graver for us is not a competitive endeavor. Collecting memorials and garnering large statistics counts is a juvenile attitude.
because we don't 'own' the dead (nor the living for that matter). Our goal is to eventually transfer every memorial of whom our families are not related to those who are. Really! We can't take them with us... ;-)

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
Kahlil Gibran.
Always happy to make corrections when politely requested with confirming documentation.

A Poem Titled, 'Waiting at Heaven's Door'
In Memory Of Our Loved Ones

Death beckoned her with outstretched
hand
And whispered softly of an unknown
land,
But she was not afraid to go
For though the path she did not know
She took death's hand without a fear

For God who safely brought her here
Had promised He would lead the way
Into eternity's bright day.

For none of us need go alone
Into the valley that is unknown,

But, guided by our Father's hand
We journey to the promised land.

You know that her love is with
you still
For she loved you in life and always
will.
Love like hers can never end
Because it is the perfect blend
Of joy and sorrows, smiles and tears,
That just grew stronger with the years.

Love like hers can never die
For she's taken it with her to the sky...

So think of her as living above
No farther away than your undying love,

For now she is happy and free once more
And she's waiting for you at Heaven's door.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember
And Haply may forget.

~Christina Rossetti~

"Her happy soul has winged its way
To one pure bright eternal day"