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Her suffering ended with the day;
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose. But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory’s morning-gate,
And walked in Paradise!
After the service
Words like these often stay with us long after the funeral. Some families also find comfort in a keepsake at home: an urn, a cuddle stone to hold, or jewellery with a little of their ashes inside.
If I could have just one more day and wishes did come true, I’d spend every glorious moment side by side with you. Recalling all
William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 71 is a short funeral poem about mortality and the grief after a loved one is gone.
The moment you took your life, I felt mine ended too. If I could only turn back time, there’s so much I would undo. I
I’m sitting here in my room, looking at your picture, wondering why you couldn’t be a part of my future. Uncontrollable tears stream down my
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