Thank you all for attending my moms funeral today at Preston Crematorium.
We would like to thank everyone involved to make the celebration of life a poignant day. Our thoughts and gratitude especially go out to Chris and Tom, thank you for your help.
From Ben on 02/02/2012
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
A Poem by Mary E. Frye
25th January 2012
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?
”The Lord replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”
The original version of 'Footprints' by Mary Stevenson-Zangare
25th January 2012