CAN SOMEONE HELP PLEASE,10 YRS SINCE FRIEND DIED AND THIS IS MY LAST VISIT

[muma3]

basically i lost my friend 10yrs ago tmw. he was 14 (same age as me) . i have been laying flowers where he was run over every year but have decided that this will be my last visit. i cant do it every year and i think that now it is time to end. i will never forget him and i think that going there isnt needed to show how much i care.

i would really like a nice poem to put on flowers to show how much i will miss him even though i wont be going anymore. 1 reason is i have moved the other side of town and 2 i think it is time tbh that i stopped.

any poem suggestions. basically saying that 10yrs have gone and i will still think about him all the time. i also want his parents to know that i am not going anymore. i know they go every year and collect the flowers etc and know that i never have missed a year so really it a message for them too .

HELP????

tia

bump?

can you leave flowers at his grave instead?

i think its nice you lay flowers every year, i'm sure his family will understand. no idea on poem though?

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 plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards 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.

From: Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress and Other Poems.
Christina Rosetti. London: Macmillan 1879.

• Christina Rossetti

What is Death?
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
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
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.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
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 very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland

no poem just sending a hug

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Frye

Gates of Prayer - Reform Judaism Prayer Book
As long as we live, they too will live;
For they are now a part of us:
As we remember them!

At the rising sun and at its going down we remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter we remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring we remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer we remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn we remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends we remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us. As we remember them. When we are weary and in need of strength we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart we remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make we remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share we remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs we remember them.
For as long as we live, they too will live,
For they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

omg thankyou so much , they are so lovely it really touched me all of them . i think twigletts one would be a good way of getting a message to his family.
his only db(he was 1 of 4 2g2b) also died in a RTA 6 years after and i like to put some flowers there 2 for him . i used my friends name for my dd1 middle name as he died almost a year to the day before she was born .

life can be such a bitch

thanks all

R.I.P samuel xxxxx

what d'ya mean Twiglett's one .. I did all of them

lol
was to busy reading your beautiful words to realise sorryyyyyy [smie]

the last one fwiw [smiel] thanks so much

I hope it goes ok - perhaps leave a note for his mum as well- you are right tho you do remember in your own way.

that Mary Fry poem is one of my fav poems. i was going to read it for my grandad but i couldn't.

they are all beautifull though

I love Christina Rosetti, and the other poems that Twiglett has posted.

My best friend died 9 years ago this month, it's still hard at times.

Thinking of you muma3, and your friend and his family.