Funerals

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

Her little soul has touched us all,

She didn’t need to stay:

Her spirit touched each one of us

Before it sailed away

We all know souls arrive on earth

With special roles to fill,

And hers has fully played it’s part,

Her memory guides us still.

She had a very special soul

She stayed but just a while,

So if, or when, you’re feeling sad

Recall her with a smile.

For then you’ll know inside your heart

The reason why she’s gone,

And never feel too empty that

Her role down here is done.

Her spirit touched each one of us,

No other ever could.

Forever will we cherish her

The way we know we should.

Anon