A Tribute to My Dear, Sweet Mother
Marie Louise Black Holcombe
September 20, 1920 - May 28, 2007
~ In Loving Memory ~
~ Gone But Not Forgotten ~
This wonderful human being and soul
taught me pure unconditional love.
The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word mother,
and the most beautiful call is the call of "My Mother."
It is a word full of hope and love, a sweet and kind word
coming from the depths of the heart.
The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow,
our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness.
She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul
who blesses and guards him constantly.
Everything in nature bespeaks the mother.
The sun is the mother of the earth and gives it it's nourishment of heat,
it never leaves the universe at night until it has put the earth to sleep
to the song of the sea and the hymn of birds and brooks.
And this earth is the mother of trees and flowers.
It produces them, nurses them, and weans them.
The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and seeds.
And the mother, the prototype of all existence, is the eternal spirit,
full of beauty and love.
The word mother is hidden in our hearts, and comes upon our lips
in hours of sorrow and happiness as the perfume comes from
the heart of the rose and mingles with clear and cloudy air.
A tribute to mother for all she has done to make life for others a happier one; for showing her love through kind, quiet deeds, for always fulfilling
her family s needs, for her guidance and sympathy, laugher and tears, unfaltering patience and help throughout the years.
For all her devoted and wonderful ways,
a tribute of Love, with Gratitude and Praise.
He Only Takes The Best
God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around her and whispered, "Come with me."
With tear-filled eyes we watched her suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
With All My Love from the Depths of My Endless Heart,
Sam
The Dash
by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
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 live and love
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 can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And 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 spent your dash?
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