Condolences
| nora j phelps |
to terri |
January 12, 2008 |
Terri, i knew you through Kristine Pappas and just loved you from the beginning. Your beautiful smile and positive energy were so much a part of the whole person. I remember so many things about you from the photos of get togethers ,to boats trips in Newport. and even meeting Bonsai who i thought was the neatest Dog in the world, We had lots of short times together but the memories will last till I see you again my sister.
Its so hard to believe that your beautiful smile will only shine on in our hearts now, but i can say with absolute certainty you were one of the few true lights and just reading this memorial tribute will give anyone who reads it a moment to pause, smile and think of you fondly and with great happiness... Everlasting peace and beauty are yours now. Love ya Nora Phelps
| Your Village Friends |
Village Rose |
January 11, 2008 |
Goodbye village rose;
may you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
where dreams were torn apart.
You called out to your friends,
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven,
and the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life
like a candle in the wind:
never fading with the sunset
when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here,
among the sunny days;
your candle's burned out long before
your legend ever will.
Loveliness we've lost;
these empty days without your smile.
This torch we'll always carry
for our village's golden child.
And even though we try,
the truth brings us to tears;
all our words cannot express
the joy you brought us through the years.
Goodbye village rose,
your friends without your soul,
will miss the wings of your compassion
more than you'll ever know.
| steve lorber |
Life is a journey |
January 10, 2008 |
Birth is a beginning
And death a destination
And life is a journey:
From childhood to maturity
And youth to age;
From innocence to awareness
And ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion
And then, perhaps, to wisdom;
From weakness to strength
Or strength to weakness-
And, often, back again;
From health to sickness
And back, we pray, to health again;
From offense to forgiveness
From loneliness to love,
From joy to gratitude,
From pain to compassion,
And grief to understanding-
From fear to faith;
From defeat to defeat to defeat-
Until, looking backward or ahead,
We see that victory lies
Not as some high place along the way,
But in having made the journey, stage by stage,
A sacred pilgrimage,
Birth is a beginning
And death a destination.
And life is a journey,
A sacred pilgrimage-
To life everlasting.
| From Kahlil Gibran |
On Death |
January 10, 2008 |
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
| Nancy G. |
Miss me but let me go |
January 10, 2008 |
When I come to the end of the day
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloomed filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared-
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each of us goes alone.
It's all a part of the makers plan,
A step on the road to home.
When your lonely and sick at heart,
go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds-
Miss me but let me go.
| A friend |
Live forever! |
January 10, 2008 |
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there; I do not sleep.
I'm a thousand winds that blow,
I'm the diamond glints on snow,
I'm the sun on ripened grain,
I'm the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I'm the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I'm the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I'm not there; I did not die.
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