A Tribute To Our Deceased

"Now I will rise and strip me of time and space, And I will dance in that field Untrodden, And the dancer's feet will move with my feet; And I will sing in that higher air, And a human voice will throb within my voice.

We shall pass into the twilight; Perchance to wake to the dawn of another world. But love shall stay, And his finger-marks shall not be erased.

The blessed forge burns, The sparks rise, and each spark is a sun. Better it is for us, and wiser, To seek a shadowed nook and sleep in our earth divinity, And let love, human and frail, command the coming day."
Khalil Gibran: The Earth Gods

All families experience the passing of its members, and our family is no different, yet in passing no ending exists. Each member's spirit rests upon the moment and is then renewed in the community of spirits. As long as their spirits exist the family also exists. Our memories of them are but a part of their being, their existence spans eternity and awaits our crossing to the next plane.