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Death is nothing at all	Do not stand at my grave and weep	Parable of immortality
I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant It is the same as it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!	Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.	I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says; "There, she is gone!" "Gone where?" Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout; "Here she comes!" And that is dying.”
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918	Mary Elizabeth Frye 1905-2004	Henry Van Dyke 1852 - 1933

Gods Favour	For Our Spiritual Warrior	The elephant in the room
When my life on earth is over Lord and I cross the horizon to you, as a favour to someone who's suffered there is something I want you to do. Please give me the job in heaven, let me sit at your heavenly gate, to welcome the souls as they enter your land, I promise I will patiently wait I'll be waiting for friends who I have met on earth through a horror to dire to explain. They are friends I have known only in sorrow, they are friends I have known only in pain. Their dark eyes will express all their sadness of a loss too severe to reveal, they smile and they laugh bravely hiding their broken hearts that can never heal. I have such a longing to be there Lord, as they pass to your heavenly land, for I long to see all of their faces, as they reach out to touch their childs hand. Then the sunshine will glow in their faces, there will be laughter and joyous cries, they will hold once again the love they have lost and a light will return to their eyes. So please give me the job in heaven lord, let me sit at your heavenly gate, to welcome my friends as they enter you land, for each one I promise I will patiently wait.	Good planting weather. A field of twigs - wands - each with a cane and opaque rabbit-guard - dwarf evergreens and mini Christmas trees, heeled into the soil. It took four days. Betula, Ulmus, Quercus, Populus tremula, Sorbus, Pinus, Corylus, Ilex, Malus, Faxinus excelsior! He has a holly spear, a poplar shield, a rowan spray to ward off devilry; ash for shelter from the gales. He can turn, sculpt, build cradles and boats, smell the sweetest pine, talk to the aspen, whisper to the winds; glide through oak's threshold to the light. Be not afraid: one and a half thousand rune-staffs safeguard you on your way. Linda Baxter in memory of her son Timo Baxter 17 January 1975 : 18 June 1999	There's an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with "How are you?" and "I'm fine" ... And a thousand other forms of trivial chatter. We talk about the weather. We talk about work. We talk about everything else - except the elephant in the room. There's an elephant in the room. We all know it is there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together. It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, it is a very big elephant. It has hurt us all. But we do not talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please say her name. Oh, please say "Barbara" again. Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room. For if we talk about her death, Perhaps we can talk about her life. Can I say "Barbara" to you and not have you look away? For if I cannot, then you are leaving me Alone ... In a room ... With an elephant.
Author: Unknown	Linda Baxter From the book: "Losing Timo" ISBN: 1870206665	Terry Kettering

	Mam & Dad
	You gave us life and you watched us grow, You were the cradles that held us so. You were the shepard who guided us through, our pains and joys and victories too You were the hearts that showed us truth Yet now the souls who shall comfort and sooth, You were the foundations in which we were set You are the pinacles of the dreams we met Your memories will be our ocean, in which we sail and the guiding lights that will never fail We now stand tall in how we achieve To celebrate your lives, and not to grieve For a parents love it has no end only standing together, our hearts will mend.
	Peter Ellis Im rememberance of Kitty & Bill Ellis