By Rodney Murphy In the presence of death we stand awkward, and ill at ease; For death is a well-known stranger whom we recognize, but do not wish to know; But death is not a thing in itself, but a stage in the journey of life, through which all must pass. It may come swiftly […]

by Anonymous Remembrance is a golden chain Death tries to break, but all in vain. To have, to love, and then to part Is the greatest sorrow of one’s heart. The years may wipe out many things But some they wipe out never. Like memories of those happy times When we were all together.