To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing
at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest
and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire
its simplicity - remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your
thoughts, and your memories of the
times we loved, the times we cried,
the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me,
I will have never gone.
Author Unknown
Sent to me by my cousin S, who attended the funeral of the woman who died last week, where the poem was featured. Apparently, it was quite a touching funeral, with much discussion of how she was trying to make the world a better, greener place through her architectural practice.
What will your eulogy sound like?
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