Remember me as you pass by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now so will you be
Prepare yourself to follow me
You look back on memories you forgot you had, And at times you’ll smile even though it hurts so bad. Your mother is a special
A memorial or funeral poem by Khalil Gibran about what it means to die, suitable for religious funeral services.
Are there rocking chairs in Heaven where little babies go? Do the angels hold you closely and rock you to and fro? Do they talk
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as
