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3:44pm Sunday
this should be commented on and rated because it IS soooo apropo and beautifully written. i copied it into my Friday, March 7, 2008 journal for everyone to read. i CRIED when i read it. it gave me a sense of peace. i hope it does the same for you. kitty777 found it and posted it, but her journal is locked:
Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears:
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not:
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
written by: Constance Jenkins
on a lighter note, many of you have already seen this joke from Jacci's journal but i will include it as well:
“I want to live my next life backwards:
You start dead and get that out of the way.
Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. Later you get kicked out for being too healthy. You then enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.
You start working and get a gold watch on your first day. You work for 40 years until you are too young to work.
Go to college, drink alcohol, party and enjoy life. Then you go to school, become a kid, play, have no responsibilities.
You become a baby and then you spend your last nine months floating peacefully in luxury spa-like conditions, central heating, room service on tap and then…
you finish off as an orgasm. I rest my case!
BeckyK wrote: I love that one. Here is the one we found in my Grandmother's things after she died. It was hand written.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little and not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of life's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the family and friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.
Betty Coles
Beloved Wife, Mother and Grandmother
June 19,1927-April 29,2007
Comments
I like this one, very moving.
BeckyK
i think so too.
79pounds
I totally get the backwards poem. If only we coulddo it and remember where we came from.
as 'for the end of the road' it is so true; we should be happy for those lucky souls who get to go home after such a long , difficult journey. : )
donnalynn64