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Hey guys, the following poem and memoir were submitted by the Beauitful Kelly Lengyel, who asked me to post them here. So without further ado....
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On October 8th 2002, the world lost an amazing person, and many of us lost our best friend and companion, Stephy Quinn. On June 16th 2003, 8 months and 8 days later, we realized that she didn't even get to experience a full 16 years of life. A small group of us returned to her grave on that day to spruce it up a bit and to just be with her on that special day. For me it was my first time returning to the site since the funeral itself, and I had some mixed feelings going into it but then I found two of my favorite Classic Irish poems that just seemed to fit and make me feel alot better. |
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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there…I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow…
I am the diamond glints on snow…
I am the sunlight on ripened grain…
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight…
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry-
I am not there… I did not die… |
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I still get a shiver every time that I read it, its just so beautifully written. |
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After going to the grave and just playing around with the grass and some flowers, while having a few laughs and some watering can fun, I realized that Stephanie will never be forgotten because she simply can't be… she's a part of us all and that will never change. They'll still be tears, and its still extraordinarily sad that she's gone… but she can still bring a smile to our faces when we think of all the funtimes we shared. |
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The day itself was beautiful, wonderful weather and a relaxing experience. It made me realize that we can't change what has happened and we have to accept that it has, and fill are hearts and minds with memories of Stephy and keep her angelic smile with us forever. |
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Remembered Joy
Don't grieve for me for now I'm free!
I followed the plan God laid for me.
I saw his face, I heard his call,
I took His hand and left it all…
I could not stay another day,
To love, to learn, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savored much;
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief-
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow. |
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This poem fits too… but doesn't everything when you look at it close enough and for long enough. She couldn't stay here with us for one more day, it was her time… she was ready for heaven. All the tasks that were left undone, like the half-done homework laying on her bureau and the redecoration of the living room, she would never finish. And now we all have to remember the good times and know that she misses them too. |
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We can't fill our lives with sorrow, we have to enjoy life, and experience it to the maximum... one moment at a time. Live life like Stephanie did, and enjoy every single precious second of it and never forget to cherish it. |
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With Lots of Love and Fond Memories
Now and For-always
Kelly |
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