Anon

Our loved ones leave behind a light

That will never dim or fade

It’s kept bright by the love we feel

And the memories we made

It can warm us like a candle’s glow

And help bring comfort too

And no matter where you go you’ll find

It’s always close to you

And in the darkest times remember

In our hearts their light is strong

So every time we think of them

Their memory shines on.

Throw my ashes to the wind

And let them blow at will.

Twirling and whirling with each gust,

They never will be still.

Some fall upon a blade of grass

And some fall out to sea.

All the shackles of life will come and go,

I’m free, I’m free, I’m free.

See me on a spider’s web

Blowing in the breeze,

See me on the church pews

When you are on your knees.

I’m here, I’m there, I’m all around.

Oh no, I’m not that shy,

It was a lovely, lovely life,

Now I’m halfway to the sky.

One speck may fall upon a rose.

Then mixed with dewdrops fine,

It’s picked by you – and I shall say,

It’s me – I’m part of time.

Anon

Scatter my ashes to the wind

To help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something,

Let it be my faults, my weaknesses

And all prejudices against my fellow men.

If you wish to remember me,

Do it with a kind word or deed

To someone who needs you,

Then I will live forever.

Anon

We cannot judge a biography by it’s length,

Nor by the number of pages in it.

We must Judge it by the richness of it’s contents

Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant.

We cannot judge a song by it’s duration

Nor by the number of it’s notes

We must judge it by the way it touches and lifts our souls

Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful.

And when something has enriched your life

And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart

Is it unfinished?  Or is it endless?

Anon

We are glad that (name) lived

We are glad that we saw her face

and felt the touch of her hand.

We cherish the memory of her first smile,

her first tooth, her happy disposition.

We cherish the memory of the joy and beauty

she brought to us.

We grieve that she never reached her potential

We take joy in that she brought so much love

and meaning into our lives.

We will remember her for the rest of our lives

We sadly bid her farewell.

Anon