Beautiful Thoughts

"Our Grief Always Brings a Gift . . ."
Author Unknown

When one of his classmates died, an eight-year-old
friend visited the boys home one day after school.
"What did you say?" asked his mother gently when
the child returned. "Nothing," he replied. "I just
sat on his mom's lap and helped her cry."

"Miss Me - But Let Me Go"
Author Unknown

When I have come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not too long

And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me - but let me go

For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the master's plan
A step to the road home
When you're lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good

Miss me - but let me go.

Madeline L' Engle

Cancer is not God's will. The death
of a child is not God's will. Deaths from
automobile accidents are not God's will.
The only God worth believing in does not
cause the tragedies, but lovingly comes
into the anguish with us.

Helen Greaves

There should be no fear of death, for the
death of the body is but a gentle passing to
a much freer life.

Swami Satchidananda

Just as a little bird cracks open the shell and
flies out, we fly out of this shell, the shell of the
body. We call that death, but strictly speaking,
death is nothing but a change of form.

Stephen Christopher

Death is not the end, it is simply walking out of the
physical form and into the spirit realm which is our true
home. It's going back home.

Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all - I have only slipped away into
the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we
were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old
familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always
used. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh
as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be
ever the household word that it always was. Life means
all that it ever meant. There is absolutely unbroken
continuity . . . Why should I be out of mind because I
am out of sight? I am waiting for you - for an
interval - somewhere near, just around the corner. All is well.

fly on back!
Fly on Back