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It’s strange we don’t appreciate
The things we see each day
We never know their value
Till they’re cruelly snatched away
Things I took for granted then
Her voice, her smile, her touch
I always knew I loved her
But I never knew how much
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 time exists in heaven, Do you still rise with the sun? Do you and Mom share breakfast Before your day has begun? Can the
A traditional Irish blessing often used as a funeral poem or reading, blessing the spirit of the person who has died.
A short funeral poem by Helen Steiner Rice about finding hope in dark times and grieving for a loved one.
A short funeral poem by Mary Lee Hall about finding your way through grief and being thankful for time with a loved one.
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