One or the other must leave, One or the other must stay. One or the other must grieve, That is forever the way. That is the vow that was sworn, Faithful till death do us part. Braving what had to be borne, Hiding the ache in the heart. One, howsoever adored, First must be summoned away. That is the will of the Lord One or the other must stay.

A Parable of Immortality by Henry Van Dyke "I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "there she goes!" "Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the places of destination. "Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says. 'There she goes!' there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, 'Here she comes!'

AUTUMN RAIN "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 gilt on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened 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." **Unknown**

~Remember that your loss is shared
By many friends who care
And that you're in our
thoughts and hearts
And in our every prayer.~

~Anonymous~

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