A Bridge Called Love
It
takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.
And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.
There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us
It's the bridge that we call love.
Author Unknown
Comment: Losing a loved one is always hard. We all grieve over a loss, and need time to heal, to move onwards. All the while we never forget how our life has been forever touched in so many ways. To memorialize that special friend we can continue to do kind deeds, to champion the cause that all sentient beings deserve honour and respect. Be that voice. Lead by example and help in ways that makes this Earth a better place for all creatures.
I Did Not Die
Do not
stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints 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 forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
most widely circulated author is Mary Fry