For Reflection
In the words of Shakespeare
FEAR no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and taken thy wages;
In the words of Anne Bronte
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me.
In the words of a proverb
Say not in grief “he is no more” but live in thankfulness that he was
In the words of the poet Laurence Binyon
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
