His Handclasp had a feeling of friendship.
His eyes have a twinkle of mirth.
His grin infects you with good feeling, He’s truly the salt of the earth.
He’s always there when you need him.
He can never say no to a friend.
He’s one of God’s finest creations, He’s steadfast and true to the end.
So many people miss these virtues that never are taught in school
But Dad just naturally got this way, from obeying the Golden Rule.
Poem By: Georgia B. Adams
It takes the rains of April, And the sunshine's golden ray:
To bring the lovely tulips here, Along our path, one day.
They stand so stately and so tall, The purple, red and gold
It makes me wonder how much charm, A single flower can hold.
And then I think of how life's sun, Smiles down on one and all,
How into every human life, A little rain must fall.
We, like the tulips, need to wait, Amidst the driving rain:
To see the beauties that await, When sunbeams smile again.
Georgia B. Adams
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
"To Those I Love And Those Who Love Me"
When I am gone, release me. Let me go
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears, Be
happy, we had so many years.
I gave you my love and you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown
But now it's time I traveled alone.
So grieve a while for me if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a while that we must part
So bless those memories in your heart.
I won't be far away for life goes on
So if you need me , call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
with all my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and "Welcome You
Poem By: John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Poem by: Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn 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.
David Harkins Quotes:
"You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put His arms around you
And whispered "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
by Frances and Kathleen Coelho
I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I'd stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me bring your
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life, let me bring
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness, ever joy.
Make me a channel of your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you the most you would leave me."
The Lord replied. "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
To My Children and My Children's Children
You reach for me, I am not there,
You look for me, I am nowhere to be found,
You call to me, I never answer.
To you I must seem very far away from home,
But I am far closer to you than I
have ever been before;
To feel me, all you need do is hug one another,
To see me, look within each other's eyes,
Through you I live on, through your minds,
your hearts, and your bodies,
And every breath you take, is a breath I take.
So call not to me, my children, for I am home.
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Recipe for Living
Some things a man must surely know. If he is going to live and grow;
He needs to know that life is more, Than what a man lays by in store,
That more than all he may obtain, Contentment offers greater gain.
He needs to feel the thrill of mirth, And sense the beauty of the earth,
To know the joy that kindness brings, And all the worth of little things.
He needs to have an open mind, A friendly heart for all mankind,
A trust in self - without conceit - And strength to rise above defeat.
He needs to have the will to share, A mind to dream, a soul to dare,
A purpose firm, to fight, to plod, A faith in man, a trust in God
If you have shared another's load Or eased another's pain,
If you have soothed a troubled soul Life has not been in vain.
If you have cheered another's heart or made a sad face smile,
If you have calmed another's fear your life has been worthwhile.
If you have said a tender word, Or dried another's tear's,
If you have spread your share of love, Then you've been needed here.
If you have lent a helping hand, Through times of care and strife,
If you have done a little good, You've made the most of life
One Final Gift
Scatter me not to restless winds, Nor toss my ashes to the sea.
Remember now those years gone by... When loving gifts I gave to thee.
Remember now the happy times...The family ties we shared.
Don't leave my resting place unmarked As though you never cared.
Deny me not one final gift for all who come to see...
A single lasting proof that says I loved ... and you loved me.