by: Kahil Gibran Only when you drink from the river of Silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, Then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, Then you shall truly dance.

You left a beautiful memory and a sorrow too great to be told, but to us who loved and lost you, your memory will never grow old. Always a silent hurt, many a silent tear, but always a beautiful memory of one we loved so dear. God gave us strength to bear it, and courage […]

To those I have loved and to those who loved me, When I am gone release me; let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You must not tie yourself to me with tears. Be happy that we had so many years, I gave you my love you can only guess, […]