Words of Comfort

Words of Comfort

 

Those we love don’t go away they walk beside us every day, unseen, unheard but always near, still loved, still missed but always dear.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

I believe that tears can heal, that memories can comfort and love lives on forever.

Those special memories of you will always bring a smile, if only I could have you back for just a little while. Then we could sit and talk again just like we used to do, you always meant so very much and always will do too. The fact that you’re no longer here will always cause me pain but you’re forever in my heart until we meet again.


The Train of Life

At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel on our side. However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone.

As time goes by, other people will board the train and they will be significant, such as our siblings, friends, children, colleagues, and even the love of our life.

Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum. Others will go so unnoticed that we don’t realise they vacated their seats. The train ride will be full of joy, of sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, good-byes, and farewells. Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.

The mystery to everyone is, we do not know at which station we ourselves will step down. So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are. It is important to do this because when it comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.


Feel No Guilt

Feel no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.

Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.

You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.

He’d hope that you could carry on the way you always do.

So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,

The days spent together, all the happiness you shared.

Let memories surround you, a word someone may say

Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour or a day,

That brings him back so clearly as though he were still here,

And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.

For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart

And he will live forever locked safely in your heart.


 

The Man

The man we loved is missing

The voice we loved is still

The void he has left

No one else can fill

No matter how our life changes

Or whatever we may do

We will always cherish the memories

Of the man that we knew 
 

The Book by Paul Meadows

Go to that place we loved, our secret place.

Close your eyes and you’ll see my face.

Play that tune, the tune we loved to hear.

Close your eyes and you’ll see me clear.

Walk on a beach or climb to the top of a hill.

Close your eyes and you’ll see me still.

Take a sip of wine, of dark red wine.

Close your eyes and you’ll see me fine.

At night go out and look at the brightest star.

Close your eyes and you’ll see me far.

On a day when the sky is blue and cold and clear,

Close your eyes and you’ll see me near.

Take down a book that would have been my choice.

Open the book. Close your eyes. You’ll hear my voice.


 

I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the Order of Service from the beginning… to the end.

He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars… the house… the cash. What matters is how we lived and loved and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard; are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged.

To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash?