They are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy.
They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance, windblown, from their favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight?s silver
And laugh in the sunlight?s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of words we?ve heard them say again and again.
They still move, In the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not dead:
Their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, but part of us.
For love is eternal,
And those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity.
Anonymous
Dearest Aunt Sylvia, Garold, Lolly, Lou Ann and Family:
Please know you all are in our thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.
I am so sorry I am not able to make the trip to Fayetteville--but know that Brandy and I share some extraordinary memories thanks to your family and certainly thanks to Uncle Ray.
I am confident others will echo how each of was blessed by Ray. and I too will miss his humor and his love for family...
Much Love,
Amanda & Ben Keeney
