The act of creating a memorial for one who has passed away is an act of spirituality. A memorial tells the world that Marco may be gone, but his spirit lives on. A memorial makes a statement that Marco will forever be tied together in the circle of life. A memorial is a statement that Marco's life mattered & continues to matter. The acts of goodness & courage will never be forgotten. A memorial is a way to remember a loved one forever.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
TOO SWEET FOR WORDS!!!
A six-year-old boy told his father he wanted to marry the little girl across the street.
The father, being modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile.
'That's a serious step,' he said. 'Have you thought it out completely?'
Yes,' his young son answered. 'We can spend one week in my room and the next
in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I get scared of the dark.'
'How about transportation? ' the father asked.
'I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,' the little boy answered.
The boy had an answer to every question the father raised.
The father, being modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile.
'That's a serious step,' he said. 'Have you thought it out completely?'
in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I get scared of the dark.'
'How about transportation? ' the father asked.
'I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,' the little boy answered.
The boy had an answer to every question the father raised.
Finally, in exasperation, his dad asked, 'What about babies? When you're
married, you're liable to have babies, you know.'
'We've thought about that, too,' the little boy replied. 'We're not going to
have babies. Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!'
married, you're liable to have babies, you know.'
'We've thought about that, too,' the little boy replied. 'We're not going to
have babies. Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!'
M A R B L E S...
Dear Lord, I know you're watching over me
And I'm feeling truly blessed
For no matter what I pray for
You always know what's best!
Who mean the world to me;
Some days I 'send' and 'send,'
At other times, I let them be.
With whom I've grown so close;
So this little poem I dedicate to them,
Because to me they are the 'Most'!
And view the message they've sent;
I know they've thought of me that day,
And 'well wishes' were their intent.
Thank you for being a part;
Of all my daily contacts,
This comes right from my heart..
I'm honoured to call you 'friend';
I pray the Lord will keep you safe,
Until we write again.
....WE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE OUR MARBLES...
FOR LIFE IS TOO SHORT!!!
FOR LIFE IS TOO SHORT!!!
Friday, 27 May 2011
Author Unknown...
Goodbyes are not forever.
Goodbyes are not the end.
They simply mean I'll miss you
Until we meet again!
Goodbyes are not the end.
They simply mean I'll miss you
Until we meet again!
Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie...
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
George Linley...
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
Don't think of him as gone away...
RIP *M*A*R*C*O*
Always,
Deon, Tjupi, Gummi & Lucky
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