Poem for Mothers Day Our Mothers Love T'is better to have loved and lost, is what so many say Still, loss I feel, an ache within, that never goes away. Yet, by it's side sit memories, of moments filled with love Of special days, a happy place, a reminder from above. I carry with me every day, those memories in my heart Give me strength to smile again, knowing we're really not apart. We still can chat, I hear your voice, the answers you would give Come from within, your wisdom,your strength, forever inside me live. A mother's arms seem always safe, a hand to dry the tears I'm blessed that I had you, to hold me tight for all these years. So though I've lost your loving arms, the memories will always stay And I'll think of you as I always do, with love on Mother's Dayxxxx

I met Janet for the first time in 2006 and she has made me feel part of her family every since. She was a wonderful woman, helping a lot of people along a very fulfilling life. She's leaving behind her the memory of a life full of joy and happiness, she's accomplished twice as much as what a normal human being would do. We are all thankfull for the joy she's brought to a number of people. She will be deeply missed and we will always remember her. Laurent

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.

You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she’s gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

You haven't really left us, You haven't travelled far, Just walked into Gods' garden, and left the gate ajar......

What Is Dying? A ship sails & I stand, watching til she fades on the horizon, And someone at my side says, "she is gone". Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all; she is just as large as when I saw her. The diminished size & total loss of sight is in me, not in her, And just at the moment when someone at my side says "she is gone" There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout "there she comes!" And that is dying Bishop brent