If anyone can help, I know it is my DIS friends.

[BabyTigger99]

Friend of mine from work, her grandfather, with whom she was very close, died today. She is looking for something to read at the funeral about the special bond that she has with him. Anyone have any ideas?

 

[BabyTigger99]

Bump...please!!!

 

[lovetheparks]

I read the following at my Dad's funeral:

You can shed tears that he is gone
or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live for yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and only that he's 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'd want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Anonymous

 

[corie161]

Whenever I'm looking for poems for scrapbooking or whatever these are the two places I look.

www.dmarie.com (under inspiration)
www.twopeasinabucket.com (under resources and pea soup)

These are the ones under grandparents on DMarie http://dmarie.com/asp/poems.asp?action=poemlist

Hope this helps.

 

[Tigger_Magic]

Do Not Cry by Jenny McPhillips

Do not cry for me, my dear…

My last wish is for you to
carry me with the breezes
when they swirl delicately
beneath the storms you’ll
gather amidst your spirit.

As rain pelts harshly against your heart,
let the soothing trickle calm your soul.
When you feel like you’re drowning,
lay down quietly and savour
the tranquillity of memories,
allow them to cleanse your pain.

I’ll speak to you through nature’s gifts
and I’ll never be far from your door.
When colourless clouds surround your mind,
I’ll paint them brightly with tones of love.
I’ll ask the birds who sing so sweetly
if I can borrow their voice
to remind you I haven’t gone far.

Every leaf or feather you see floating
is me, asking you not to cry.
Each pebble you see washed upon the shore
is your reminder that I didn’t die.
The rippling waters are my giggles
and the wave-tops are me saying hello.
Never forget how much I love you…

I’ll be here ‘till you ask me to go.

 

[Stitchfans]

I read the following at my Dad's funeral:

You can shed tears that he is gone
or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live for yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and only that he's 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'd want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Anonymous

This is very similar to what Queen Elizabeth read outloud at Queen Mum's funeral. Very nice. Quite sentimental. I have it posted on my frig to remind me of my mom.

 

[alliecats]

I think this poem is beautiful. My sister read it at her husband's funeral service.


Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect
without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near
Just around the corner.
All is well.



Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral