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In Sincere And Truly Loving Memory of Those No Longer With Us
Sic Transit Gloria
Mundi!
"Do not stand at my grave and weep"
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am thousands 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 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.
Native American Indian Poem
My most beautiful and sincere friend ever, in deep memory truly treasured forever and ever, my love, my everything
Cesam
Cesam 30 years old, Jan. 21 2001
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"My friends, how desperately do we need to be loved and to love.
Love is something you and I must have.
We must have it because our Spirit feeds upon it.
We must have it because without it we become weak and faint.
Without love our self-esteem weakens.
Without it our courage fails.
Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world.
We turn inward and begin to feed upon our own personalities, and little by little we destroy ourselves.
With it we are creative.
With it we march tirelessly.
With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others."
Chief Dan George
Sara, once in a lifetime - We miss you our sweet and kind friend, and we will love you forever and ever.
You are our dearest treasure!
Sara
Amanda, you spiritful amazing creature - we miss you
deeply - though you are now playing with your mum Sara again. Amanda
My sweet princess, sadly gone too early, sadly missed
Cherifaah Sohfii
Cherifaah Sohfii 1991 - 1996
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Don't Cry for the Horses
Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band
They were ours as a gift
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against the blue sky
Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved
Manes and tails flowing
They Gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
They will be back someday
When our time has come
They will show us the way
On silver wings they will lift us
To the warmth of the sun
When our life is over
And eternity has begun
We will jump the sun
And dance over the moon
A Ballet of horses and riders
on the winds to a heavenly tune
Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here
Don't cry for the horses
Lift up your sad eyes
Can't you see them
As they fly by?
A million white horses
Free from hunger and pain
Their spirits set free
Until we ride again
Brenda Riley-Seymore
A sweet and gentle dame
Casandra
Casandra 1985 - 1999
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"What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the Wintertime.
It is a little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Crowfoot
Blackfeet Nation
His last word before dying
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