Bruce Gordon Waddell

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Our family chain is broken & nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

"I am bound to them, though I cannot look into their eyes or hear their voices. I honor their history. I cherish their lives. I will tell their story. I will remember them." -Author unknown

God Looked
God looked around His garden, and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth, and saw your tired face. He put His arms around you, and lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids, and whispered "Peace be Thine". It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone. For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that he’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes
and see all he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he’s gone,
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back,
or you can do what he would want,
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

When the last curtain falls in those final waning hours, as I look back through the years, it's the little things I've found that really matter the most.

“These people will never be lost again”
Henry Louis Gates, Jr.

Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave, A lonely mossy mound; And yet to hearts like mine and thine, It should be holy ground. Speak softly, let no careless laugh, Nor idle thoughtless jest, escape your lips where sweetly sleeps this hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat, When morning beams shall come; For him, at night, no tattoo rolls Its thunders from the drum. Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed, here laid beneath this sod, His ashes to his native land, His gallant soul to God.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, We shall remember them. ~~ L.Binyen

The sky had parted on a snowy winter day. One of God’s angels came and took you away. Now your suffering has ended and you can Rest In Peace. We will miss you forever and keep you in our hearts.

"Rest easy, we have the watch"

“It is not hard to die when you have lived – and I lived! I am happy among those who have gone before me. I am here looking down upon you and yours and those that will come in the future."

The only truly dead are those who have been forgotten.

Dreaming of the past.

Sleep on sweet child and take thy rest. God called you home. He thought it best.

To my children; Be not sorrowful that I am gone and my earthly life is done. Be not sad I passed away, for in you my children, I live each day. There is a little of me in all of you. In each new one I live anew. So you see, I'll never be really gone, as long as there are children to carry on. I've had my share of love, sorrow and strife. I have lived a full and fruitful life. So do not mourn and do not weep. For I have earned this peaceful sleep. - Author unknown

Today we walked where others walked,
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried,
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched,
By graves of tiny babies,
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay,
In the last sleep of their time,
Lying under the trees and clouds,
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot.
Who lies beneath this hallowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before.
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin,
The graves of ancestors past.
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust.
And generations of folks yet to come,
Will be grateful for your trust.

If we could have a lifetime wish, A dream that would come true, We pray to God with all our heart for yesterday and you. A thousand words can't bring you back, We know because we tried, Neither will a thousand tears, We know because we cried. You left behind broken hearts, And happy memories too. But we never wanted memories, We only wanted you.

Dear ancestor, Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone. The name and date are chiseled out on polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care. It is much too late to mourn. You did not know that I'd exist, you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own. Dear ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago, Spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew, That someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you.
By Walter Butler Palmer 1906

"Don’t stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning, hush.
For I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die."

– Mary Elizabeth Frye

If I should go tomorrow, it would never be goodbye, for I have left my heart with you, so, don’t you ever cry. The love that’s deep within me, shall reach you from the stars, you’ll feel it from the heavens, and it will heal all the scars.

Remember me with smiles and laughter. For that's how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

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