Until that fine day we’re together again.ĭo Not Stand At My Grave and Weep (Mary Elizabeth Frye) I miss you all dearly so keep up your chin Go on with your lives, don’t stare at the wall Keep on smiling, the sun will shine through. Remember the best times, the laughter, the songsĬontinue my heritage, I’m counting on you I hear a voice that whispers, ‘Grieve not for me’ Seize the day, care for all, be a friend.Ī branch has fallen from the family tree (Author unknown) So live for each truth that you already know: My journey is over – or perhaps it goes on, I ask of you this, if you will, now and then: Good friends who have travelled each mile Remember the days that we have all shared,Įach day of my life, I’ve been glad to have known When the years of my life have come to an end, When the years of my life have come to an end There’ll be with his mates shouting ‘Goal!’ With his mates on the stand, he’d join in the songs,Īnd after the match with a pint in his hand,īut now there’ll be one less voice in the crowd,īut maybe there’ll be goal posts in heaven,Īnd over the noise of a choir singing songs, There are lots to be found online, of course, but here are some - including some of my own.Īt home or away, he’d be there for his team,Īnd not only when sunny or at the top of the league, Choosing the right reading or poem for a funeral is so important and can be quite hard.
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