In the rising of the sun
and in its going down,
In the blowing of the wind
and in the chill of winter
we remember them.
In the opening of buds
and in the rebirth of spring,
In the rustling of leaves
and in the beauty of autumn
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year
and when it ends,
When we are weary
and in need of strength
we remember them.
When we are lost, sick at heart,
and have joys we yearn to share
we remember them.
So long as we live,
we remember them.
Posted for others who have also suffered loss and in loving memory of my Lorie. This came to me in the mail this week, and I couldn't have expressed my daily feelings any more clearly.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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