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frazzled74 Mon 20-Jun-11 23:18:46

for a lovely dad/grandad/brother who has died and joined his lovely wife , religious service , C of E ,

PeriPathetic Mon 20-Jun-11 23:29:04

Sorry to hear this :-(

I read this at my Dad's funeral, he went too young, hence the choice:

I’m Free
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God has laid you see.
I took His hand when I heard him call
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found that peace at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savoured much
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now; He set me free.

chimchar Tue 21-Jun-11 07:03:11

this was read at my mums funeral...obviously you can change the shes to hes. sorry for your loss.

You can shed tears that she is gone

Or you can smile because she has lived



You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left



Your heart can be empty because you can't see her

Or you can be full of the love that you shared



You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday



You can remember her and only that she is gone

Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on



You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

saffronwblue Tue 21-Jun-11 08:45:52

Dh read this at FIL's funeral this year.
Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth (Clough).

Didn't copy. I will try again

saffronwblue Tue 21-Jun-11 08:47:20

Say not the Struggle Naught availeth
SAY not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light;
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
But westward, look, the land is bright!

Arthur Hugh Clough

Idontknowhowtohelpher Tue 21-Jun-11 09:49:56

Sorry for your loss.

Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?

Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.

latrucha Tue 21-Jun-11 09:57:30

We had this at my father's funeral

O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
The friend of man-to vice alone a foe;
For 'ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side

It's by Burns.

latrucha Tue 21-Jun-11 09:58:38

And this - Shakespeare

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

frazzled74 Tue 21-Jun-11 21:44:07

thanks loads of lovely suggestions there, will show them to m family

groak Tue 21-Jun-11 21:52:42

I love the last two lines of this christina rossetti poem, very very soothing and comforting..

"Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterward remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad."

sorry for your loss xx

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