Text Examples for
Sympathy/Bereavement

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Eulogy for a Veteran:
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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the Gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Mary Frye (1932) Thank you E. Williams for sending us the correct authors name.
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In Flanders Fields:
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still singing bravely, fly
scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders Fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields
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Luke: 20:38:
God is not the God of the dead but of the living.
All are alive for him.
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Colossians 3:1-4:
Since you have raised up in company with Christ,
set your heart on what pertains to higher realms where
Christ is seated at God's right hand.
Be intent on things above rather than on things on earth.
After all you have died! Your life is hidden now with God.
When Christ our life appears,
then you shall appear with him in glory.
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Chinese Proverb:
Life is a dream walking, death is going home.
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Sorrow is a Fruit:
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear.
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Music is My Heart:
"The music is my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more."
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Footprints on our Hearts:
"Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same."
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Unable are the Loved to Die:
"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality."
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Sympathy:
"The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it."
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See Another Through:
"We are not put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through."
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Sympathy:
"God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December."
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Sympathy:
"We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it."
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Sympathy:
"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because dawn has come."
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Sympathy:
Let me, O Lord
Let me, O Lord, walk blindly on the path that you have traced.
I do not seek to understand Your guidance.
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Sympathy:
"All things grow with time, except grief."
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Sympathy:
"Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
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Sympathy:
"The Lord giveth and the Lord shall take away, blessed be the name of the Lord."
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Sympathy:
"This world is not conclusion. A sequel stands beyond -- invisible, as music -- but positive, as sound."
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Jeremiah 31:13:
I will turn their mourning into joy,
I will comfort them, and give them gladness for sorrow.
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Psalm 33:22:
May your kindness, Lord,
Be upon us; we have
Put our hope in you.
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Sympathy:
"Lord make me the instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me
sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith,
where there is despair, hope, where there is darkness, light,
and where there is sadness, joy.”

“O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to
console, to be understood as to understand; to be loved, as to love;
or it is giving that we receive it is in pardoning that we are
pardoned and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
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Revelation 21:4:
And God shall wipe away
All tears from their eyes
And death shall be no more,
Nor mourning, nor crying,
Nor sorrow shall be any
More, for the former things
Are passed away.
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Sympathy:
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he
Was walking along the beach with the LORD,
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in
The sand; one belonged to him, and the other to
The LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
He looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the
Very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the
LORD about it. “LORD, you said that once I
Decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times
In my life, there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you most
You would leave me.”
The LORD replied, “My precious, precious child.
I love you and would never leave you. During your times
Of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”
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Sympathy:
The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the
Paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
Shadow of death. I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me: thy rod and
Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the
Presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil:
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
Me all the days of my life: and I will
Dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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A Farewell:
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
No where by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree,
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

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Mourner Kaddish:
Glorified and sanctified be God's great name throughout the world which He
has created according to His will. May He establish His kingdom in
your lifetime and during your days, and within the life of the entire
House of Israel, speedily and soon; and say, Amen.

May His great name be blessed forever and to all eternity.

Blessed and praised, glorified and exalted, extolled and honored, adored
and lauded be the name of the Holy One, blessed be He, beyond
all the blessings and hymns, praises and consolations that are
ever spoken in the world; and say, Amen.

May there be abundant peace from heaven, and life, for us
and for all Israel; and say, Amen.

He who creates peace in His celestial heights, may He create peace for us
and for all Israel; and say, Amen.

Please consult with your local Orthodox Rabbi as to the proper time and
place to say Kaddish which requires a Minyan
(a quorum of ten adult male Jews).

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Sympathy:
Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
To sweet eternity.

We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We are all meant to learn some things,
But never meant to stay...

Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know,
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.

But when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the Lord.

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Sympathy:
Christ beside me, Christ before me;
Christ behind me, Christ within me;
Christ beneath me, Christ above me;
Christ to the right of me, Christ to the left of me;
Christ in my lying, my sitting, my rising;
Christ in heart of all who know me,
Christ on tongue of all who meet me,
Christ in eye of all who see me,
Christ in ear of all who hear me.
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The Very Special Gift:
Use a small gold box, with a beautiful gold ribbon. Attach this poem:

This is a VERY SPECIAL GIFT
That you can never see
The reason its so special
Is its just for you from me
Whenever you are lonely
Or even feeling blue
You only have to hold this gift
And know I think of you.
You never can unwrap it
Please leave the ribbon tied
Just hold the box close to your heart
And know its filled with love inside.

Author Unknown
Sent in by Angelheart (Thank you).
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I Did Not Die:
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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain,
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Frye (1932) Thank you E. Williams for sending us the correct authors name.
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The Year Before Last:
The holiday season is approaching,
and with it comes the New Year.
Although for me time passes slowly,
New Year's Day will ring in quickly.

I dread this New Year's Day
because they will look at me
in a terribly strange way
when I get misty-eyed,
and talk about something you had done.

After you first left me,
they reasoned when I cried,
"He's only been gone a few months."
And I would catch that look of
understanding in their eyes,
and found some comfort that they knew.

But on last New Year's Day,
my first thought upon awakening was,
Oh God, my son died last year,
not just a few months ago, not even this year,
but last year.
He will never live in this year.

They didn't understand, they didn't reason,
that last year, for me, the loss was still new.
They thought, "It happened last year,
so long ago, why does she still cry?"
I could see it in their eyes.

This New Year's Day, will it be different?
Will my first thought upon awakening be,
Oh God, my son died the year before last,
not a few months ago, not this year or even last year,
but the year before last?
He will never live in this year.

Will they even listen, should I not look them
in the eyes, for fear that I shall see,
"Why is she still crying? It happened so long ago.
It was the year before last."

Those words that we use
to describe the passage of time,
a few months, this year,
last year, the year before last.
They don't know that time stands still for me.

Will they understand that's why I cry?
Don't they know
my son just died ...
the year before last?

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A Face In The Clouds:
I looked towards the clouds today
and for a moment saw your face
And wondered just were you have gone
with a hope it's a better place

Did you show yourself to me today
to tell me you're alright?
Or was it just a daydream
playing tricks upon my sight

Then I thought of when you left
you did not say a word
No hugs and kisses..
no good-bye was heard

You have changed our lives forever
Your time here not in vain
and hope you know we always tried
to keep you safe from pain

We will always feel the void inside
because you are not here
But each new thought you send our way
let's us know you're always near

So until our journey nears it's end
And we hear the angels sing
We'll face each new day as it comes
and live off the love you bring

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Memories:
Little children with big-eyed wonder
Baby hair and toothy smiles
Rosy cheeks and sweet little kisses
Childhood blessings for a while

Butterflies and jeweled bracelets
Pink ribbon bows and lacey dresses
Patented shoes and mommy's makeup
Tea for two and party messes

Fishing in the pond without shoes on
Baseball and tree climbing until noon
Dirt and mud engraved in clothing
Your smile would brighten any room

Your eyes, your smiles, your laughter
My heart is empty and full of sorrow
Our lives together are no more
Help me face tomorrow

You are near, coaxing me to go on
To hold and kiss you one more time
God has given and now he has taken
I will always love you sweet child of mine.

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Memorial Poem:
Please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.
I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace!
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Sympathy:
"What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose."
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Sympathy:
It is not the will of your Father in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.
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Sympathy:
Say not in grief he is no more but live in thankfulness that he was
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Sympathy:
"Lord, let me laugh again, But never let me forget that I have cried."
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Sympathy:
"It ended...
With his body changed to light,
A star that burns for ever in that sky".
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Sympathy:
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, (protecting its sanity), covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But, it is never gone."
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Sympathy:
Life brings tears, smiles, and memories: the tears dry, the smile fades, but the memories live on forever.
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Sympathy:
"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing."
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Sympathy:
God saw you getting tired, He did what he thought best; He put His arms
around you, And said, "Come and rest." He opened up His golden
gates, On that heartbreaking day; And with His arms around you, You
gently slipped away. It broke our hearts to lose you, You did not go
alone; A part of us went with you, The day God called you home.
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John Downland:
Dear,
when I from thee am gone,
Gone are all my joys at once;
I loved thee, and thee alone,
In those love I joyed once,
And although your sights I leave,
Sight wherein my joys do lie,
Till that death do sense bereave,
Never shall affection die.
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If I Knew:
From September 11, 2001

If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance to make everything just right.

There will always be another day to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me,"
"Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes
you'll have no regrets about today.

Sent in by Carolyn Marvinetz
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Sympathy Thank You:
To Thank You (front cover)

Your kindness and sympathy at this time are more appreciated than any words can ever express.

The Family of ______________.
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Sympathy Thank You:
Your kindness and sympathy at this time of sorrow is greatly appreciated by the family of *_________________.
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Sympathy Thank You:
Your kind expression of sympathy was deeply appreciated and is gratefully acknowledged by the family of *___________.
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Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 BC); Latin writer, orator and statesman.:
"Time is a certain part of eternity."
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1 John 2:17:
And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
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I don't Know Where:
I don't know where fathers go when they die.
I have an idea
that after a rest--whenever it is--he won't be happy
unless there's work to do
He won't just sit on a cloud
and wait for the girl he's loved
and the children she bore.
He'll be busy there, too
repairing the streets,
oiling the gates,
improving things
smoothing the way.

Sent in by Carolyn Marvintez
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Sweet Dreams My Heavenly Prince (Princess):
Baby's name here,
I carried you for almost a year,
Sharing my voice rendering songs
Telling you all about the world
Reserving a place for you deep in my heart
Your perfect little body and soul crowned you a prince
The Lord picked you at once to enjoy eternal heavenly bliss.
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Perhaps you sent a lovely card:
Perhaps you sent a lovely card, Or sat quietly in a chair;
Perhaps you sent beautiful flowers, If so, we saw them there.
Perhaps you sent or spoke kind words As any friend could say;
Perhaps you were not there at all Just thought of us that day.
Whatever you did to console the heart,
We thank you so much, whatever the part.
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Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805):
"The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever."
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Romans 12:15 NIV:
Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.
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Jane Austen (1775-1817):
"If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory."
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Isaiah 60:20 NIV:
Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end.
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Psalm 23:4 NIV:
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
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Psalm 49:15 NIV:
But God will redeem my life from the grave; he will surely take me to himself.
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Rest In Peace:
You are not forgotten loved one
Nor will you ever be
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee

We miss you now, our hearts are sore
As time goes by, we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face
No one can fill your vacant place.
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Sympathy Thank You:
Where
to begin ...
What
to say ...

We don’t have the words,
we just want to thank you.

The family of

*___________________
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Sympathy Thank You:
During the time of sorrow we learn how much our friends really mean to us. Thank you for your kindness and sympathy when it was deeply appreciated.
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Day of Sorrow:
A day of sorrow is longer than a month of joy.
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Trey Parker (1969-) and Matt Stone (1971-):
"Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything.
It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it"
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Lucius Annaeus Seneca (2 BC - 65 BC):
"As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is,
but how good it is, is what matters."
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Broken Chain:
We knew little that morning that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone. For part of us went with you the day God called you home. You left me peaceful memories; your love is still our guide. And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same. But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
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I Am With You Always:
As you hold me close in memory, even though we are apart, my spirit will live on, there within your heart ... I am with you always. When you lean on trusted friends and their caring hugs enfold you, within their loving arms, I'll be there to hold you ... I am with you always. And beyond the far horizon when we'll finally be together, where love will be eternal and life will last forever ... I am with you always. --Lisa O. Engelhardt

May you take comfort in the memories and love that surround you, and find hope in the promise of eternal life. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age. Matthew 28:20
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Sympathy:
A man's daughter had asked the local priest to come and pray with her
father, lying very ill and needing consolation.
When the priest arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head
propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The
priest assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?"
"I'm the new priest at your local church," the priest replied.
"When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up."
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the priest shut the door.
I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to
hear the priest talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head.
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one
day a few years ago my best friend said to me, "Joe, prayer is just a
simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here's what I
suggest: Sit down; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith
see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised "I'll be
with you always.' Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're
doing with me right now.' So, I tried it and I've liked it so much
that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful, though. If my
daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous
breakdown or have me committed to the funny farm."
The priest deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to
continue on the journey, he then prayed with him, and returned to the
church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the priest that her daddy
had died that afternoon.
"Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked.
"Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to
his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, and kissed me on the
cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.
But there was something strange, in fact, beyond strange-really weird.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his
head on a chair beside the bed."
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To Remember Me:
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked
under four corners of a mattress in a hospital busily occupied
with the living and dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will
determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all
intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body
by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be
called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help
others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or
love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless
days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car,
so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body, and find a
way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let
them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack
of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her
window.

Burn what is left of me, and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the
flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all
prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to
someone who needs it. If you do all I have asked, I will live
forever.

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Sympathy:
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right?
When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we
could, but your boy didn't make it."

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore?

Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to
the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she
said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his
thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse
asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's
hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the
university for study. He said it might help somebody else. I said no
at first, but Jimmy said, "Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe
it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his
Mom."

She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone
else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally
walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with
Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home
was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She
carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other
personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always
kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his
pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally
awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter
said: Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think
that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm
not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more
with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then,
if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's
okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with. But, if
you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the
same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls
like, y'know.
"Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place.

Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around
some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are
so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus
doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it
was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I
got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody mportant. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to
tell you goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't
allowed. "Well, y'know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own
personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name
of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God
said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked
Him--'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same
place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right
there, as He always is with all His children. "Oh, by the way, Mom, no
one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else
this is just a blank piece of paper.

Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write
some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the
table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. "Oh, I
almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God
couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The
Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was "Special
Delivery!" " How about that?"
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.

Sent in by Sharon McCarthy of Toronto, Canada
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Sympathy:
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.

The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former class mates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list It's in the top drawer of my desk at home. Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.... and one way to accomplish it is:
Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

Remember, you reap what you sow, what you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

May your day be as special as you are!

Sent in by
Sharon McCarthy of Toronto Canada
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You:
You lived your life with 1,000 lies
They told you, you would get better
You are like a dusty library book
On a bookshelf
Waiting to be discovered

Through the years
You have been poked
You have been proded
You are not yourself but of someone else

You left the lives of 1,000 hearts
You are like a history book
But you have no chapters
You were my best friend>br> My buddy, My pal

You know you didn't want to leave
You had so much ahead of you
You were almost at the top of the hill
But you came upon a crisis
That you just could not get around

I see you in my dreams at night
And I know that you are alright
You are gone from my vision
But you are not gone from my heart
I will see you again when the time comes

*For my Papa (Grandpa) will all my heart.
Chrissy Kim
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