Remember dash is still holding back

But listen closer — all your laughter, all your love is still ringing out. All our memories of you are still with us. All the love we shared is still in every one of us. And although we ache from this loss of you, you will always be here — as still and steady, and fierce, as any star. You are shining bright through all our skies. Thank you for being here with us. Look for me when the tide is high And the gulls are wheeling overhead When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky And one by one the leaves are shed.

I am there, where the river flows And the salmon leap to a silver moon Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows And sunlight warms the afternoon. I am there in the busy street I take your hand in the city square In the market place where the people meet In your quiet room — I am there. The music stops and yet It lingers on in sweet refrains — For every joy that passes Something beautiful remains.

Where do people go to when they die? Somewhere down below or in the sky? I read of a man who stood to speak, At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on his coffin From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came his date of birth And spoke the following date with tears But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time That he spent alive on earth And now only those who loved him Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, The cars, the house, the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash. You can shed tears that he is gone, Or you can smile because he lived, You can close your eyes and dream that he will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.

You can remember him and only that he is gone Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what he would want: I am the family face; I live on, in her eye, In your nose, in that smile, In the way his thumb curves, And the way she sighs. Call Today On Email info inspirationalceremonies. Testimonial When we had our planning meeting, you gave your time unstintingly, and we were amazed how your calm questioning changed our factual written account of Cathy's life into a warm, vibrant, memory-filled picture of her life.

All the love we shared is still in every one of us. And although we ache from this loss of you, you will always be here — as still and steady, and fierce, as any star. You are shining bright through all our skies. Thank you for being here with us. Look for me when the tide is high And the gulls are wheeling overhead When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky And one by one the leaves are shed.

I am there, where the river flows And the salmon leap to a silver moon Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows And sunlight warms the afternoon. I am there in the busy street I take your hand in the city square In the market place where the people meet In your quiet room — I am there.

The music stops and yet It lingers on in sweet refrains — For every joy that passes Something beautiful remains. Where do people go to when they die? Somewhere down below or in the sky?

I read of a man who stood to speak, At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on his coffin From the beginning to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth And spoke the following date with tears But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time That he spent alive on earth And now only those who loved him Know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own, The cars, the house, the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.

You can shed tears that he is gone, Or you can smile because he lived, You can close your eyes and dream that he will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left. You can remember him and only that he is gone Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what he would want: I am the family face; I live on, in her eye, In your nose, in that smile, In the way his thumb curves, And the way she sighs.

Call Today On Email info inspirationalceremonies. Testimonial When we had our planning meeting, you gave your time unstintingly, and we were amazed how your calm questioning changed our factual written account of Cathy's life into a warm, vibrant, memory-filled picture of her life.

William Wordsworth Lay me down upon the earth Let the soil retake me Set me floating on the waves Let the sea absorb me Put me back amongst the flames Let the air release me Carry me in your arms Let your souls remember me Amy Heys At every turning of my life I came across Good friends, Friends who stood by me Even when the time raced me by. Rabindranath Tagore Still Listen.