Funeral Planning Resources


Preparing for an Expected Death at Home

The following information is helpful for physicians and families on the procedures to follow to facilitate the expected death of a patient in the community.  Specific direction should be given to the family regarding the notification which must take place after the death occurs, and regarding the arrangements to be made for transportation of the deceased.  If these directions are followed, the confusion that can occur if Police or Ambulances are called can be avoided.         Continue Reading


Wojcik’s Cemetery Advice

Families who have lost a loved one may need assistance in choosing cemetery property for burial of a casket or cremated remains in an urn, if the deceased has not previously paid for a cemetery plot. You may wish to have a trusted friend or family member assist you in gathering and reviewing the information.        Continue Reading


Checklist for Estate Matters

1)  If you have requested Wojcik’s to order a Death Certificate from the Province of Manitoba, it will be mailed from Vital Statistics directly to your home. (Usually around 6 weeks).  If you have questions contact Vital Statistics directly at the below number.        Continue Reading


Obituary Guideline



Service Folder Verses





A bud the Gardener gave us,

A pure and lovely child.

He gave it to our keeping

To cherish undefiled;

And just as it was opening

To the glory of the day,

Down came the Heavenly Father

And took our bud away.















A cluster of precious memories

Sprayed with a million tears

Wishing God had spared you

If only for a few more years.

You left a special memory

And a sorrow too great to hold,

To us who loved and lost you

Your memory will never grow old.

Thanks for the years we had,

Thanks for the memories we shared.

We only prayed that when you left us

That you knew how much we cared.










I’d like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I’d like to leave an afterglow

 of smiles when life is done.

I’d like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing times

and bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve

 to dry before too long,

And cherish those very special memories

to which I belong.








A Heart of Gold



A heart of gold stopped beating

Working hands at rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best

Leaves and flowers may wither

The golden sun may set

But the hearts that loved you dearly

Are the ones that won’t forget.












A life – well lived, is a precious gift

of hope and strength and grace

from someone who has made our

world a brighter, better place.


It’s filled with moments sweet and sad,

with smiles and sometimes tears.


With friendships formed

and good times shared,

and laughter through the years.


A life – well lived, is a legacy of

joy, pride and pleasure,

a loving, lasting memory

our hearts will always treasure.






Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other,

That we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way

Which you always used;

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word

That it always was,

Let is be spoken without effect,

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it is ever meant,

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you,

For an interval;

Somewhere very near,

Just around the corner,

All is well.

By Canon Henry Scott Holland





I am a tiny angel…

I’m smaller than your thumb;

I live in people’s pockets,

That’s where I have my fun.

I don’t suppose you’ve seen me,

I’m too tiny to detect;

Though I’m with you all the time,

I doubt we’ve ever met.

Before I was an Angel…

I was a fairy in a flower;

God, Himself, hand-picked me,

And gave me angel power.

Now God has many Angels

That He trains in Angel pools;

We become His eyes, and ears, and hands…

We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,

With way too much to do;

He said that my assignment

Is to keep close watch on you.

When he tucked me in your pocket,

He blessed you with Angel care;

Then told me never to leave you,

And I vowed always to be there.









An Irish Blessing


May the road rise up to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

The rains fall soft upon your fields,

And until we meet again, may you

Be gently held in the palm of God’s hand.

















Another sweet flower has withered,

A gem from the casket set free.

A lamb in the fold of the Shepherd

Who said: “Let them come unto Me.”












“Cancer is so limited…

It cannot cripple love.

It cannot shatter hope.

It cannot corrode faith.

It cannot destroy peace.

It cannot kill friendship.

It cannot suppress memories.

It cannot invade the soul.

It cannot steal eternal life.

It cannot conquer the spirit.”







Children do not realize

Until we’re fully grown, we never

Really know or understand

How wonderful our Father is,

How kind he is, how wise…

We simply take for granted

From day to passing day,

Each sacrifice he makes for us

In his own loving way.

But then we grow and finally learn

The way that children do,

How much his love has really meant

How thoughtful he’s been too.








Children hardly know or guess

The love their fathers can’t express

With thoughts he seldom said aloud,

His heart is warm, his feeling proud.

They do not fully understand

His wisdom and his guiding hand,

They do not know each helpful word

Holds love unspoken, hope unheard.

Yet as the busy years roll past,

They come to understand at last

The worries and the fears he knew

The problem times he pulled them through.

They finally learn the full extent

Of what a father’s love has meant

And realize how great it’s been

To have a father just like him.





Christmas In Heaven


I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below

With tiny lights, like heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,

For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.


I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,

But the sound of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir

up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,

For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.


I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart

But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.

So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear,

And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.


I send you each a special gift from my heaven above,

I send you each a memory of my undying love.

After all, “Love” is the gift, more precious than pure gold.

It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.


Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,

For I can’t count the Blessing of Love He has for you.

So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,

Remember, I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.








Cry not when you think of me

For now my soul flies high and free


Take comfort in knowing there is no more pain

Encircled in the Lords arms I live again


I’ll look down and love you all

But for me there is a greater call

Please don’t stand at my grave and weep

Gaze to the stars and there I’ll be


And someday together we will see

Our love has lasted through eternity







It seems like only yesterday you said to put

 our things away. You were always there

when we stood or fell. We’d try it on our

own, and you’d wish us well. As you taught

us, the more we learned our love and respect

was more than earned. You always knew

when we needed you, what was false and

what was true. You helped us out over and

over again you were wonderful as a Wife,

Mother and Friend. So special you were in

your own way. How we’ll always love you,

how we’ll pray that where you are, you’ll

know how much we care and treasure all the

memories that we can share. “Be strong and

go forward” you’d tell us to do being ever so grateful to have known you. We felt bad for ourselves, but not for you. If it’s what He

planned, it’s what He must do. All your

cares are gone and you’ll feel no pain.

The love we all shared, will forever remain.







Understanding the Trip


No goodbye was spoken, there was none needed

There was an understood farewell

But grasping the truth at first

Was like reaching for the stars

A task that drained emotion

Not knowing what would come next – or would not

The pain was overbearing,

suffocating emotional bag

The end had come and hope had dissolved

Like the sugar in a cup of burning tea

I didn’t know what to feel

Anguish or anger, sorrow or surprise

Confusion began to smother me,

like sand on a fire

But now the light of understanding is bright

The stars are closer

It is no more of a reach but right at my side

I reach for reality and truth without strain

I comprehend

With soul, mind and body

I am at peace

I see it was time

Fate took hold

But I will stay brave and forge ahead

Death came for a visit and took a companion

But I understand.

                                                    Christie S. Peterson










Deep are the memories

Precious they stay

No passing of time

Can take them away














Do not stay at my grave and weep,

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awake in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.






Firefighters Prayer


When I am called to duty, God

Wherever flames may rage

Give me strength to save some life

Whatever be its age.


Help me embrace a little child

Before it is too late

Or save an older person

From the horror of that fate.


Enable me to be alert and

Hear the weakest shout

To quickly and efficiently

Put the fire out.


I want to fill my calling

And to give the best in me

To guard my every neighbor

And protect his property.


And if according to your will

I have to lose my life

Please bless me with your protecting hand

My children and my wife.






One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he

was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each

scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:

one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.


When the last scene of his life flashed before him,

He looked back at the footprints in the sand. He

noticed that many times along the paths of his life

there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed

 that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times

in his life.


This really bothered him and he questioned the

Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to

follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I

have noticed that during the most troublesome times

 in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t

 understand why when I needed you most you would

leave me.”


The Lord replied, “My son, my precious child, I love

you and I would never leave you. During your times

 of trials and suffering, when you see only one set of

footprints, it was then that I carried you.”

                                                   Author Unknown



Child’s Version



“Walk a little slower daddy,” said a child so

Small. “I’m following in your footsteps and

I don’t want to fall.


Sometimes your steps are very fast,

Sometimes they’re hard to see;

So walk a little slower, Daddy,

For you are leading me.


Someday when I’m all grown up,

You’re what I want to be;

Then I will have a little child

Who’ll want to follow me.


And I would want to lead just right,

And know that I was true;

So, walk a little slower, Daddy,

For I must follow you.









God Bless Mother

The one who bears

The sweetest name

And adds a lustre

To the same

Who shared my joys

Who cheered when sad

The greatest friend I ever had














I have lost my life’s companion

A life linked with my own

Day by day I’ll pray for you

As I’ll walk through life alone.

It broke my heart to lose you

But you did not go alone

For part of me went with you

The day God called you home.















God knew that she/he was suffering,

That the hills were hard to climb,

So He closed her/his weary eyelids

And whispered, “Peace be thine.”

Away in the beautiful hills of God,

By the valley of rest so fair,

Some time, some day, we know not when,

We will meet our loved one there.










God looked around His garden,

And found an empty space.

He then looked down upon the earth

And saw your tired face.

He put his arms around you,

And lifted you to rest,

God’s garden must be beautiful

He takes only the best.

He knew that you were suffering,

He knew you were in pain,

He knew the road was getting rough

And the hills were hard to climb.

So He closed your weary eyelids

And whispered, “peace be thine”

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you did not go alone,

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.







God saw you getting tired,

When a cure was not to be,

He closed His arms round you

and whispered, “Come to me.”

In tears we saw you sinking,

We watched you fade away.

Our hearts were almost broken,

You fought so hard to stay.

What you suffered, you told us few,

You didn’t deserve what you went through.

Tired and weary, you made no fuss

But tried so hard to stay with us.

But when we saw you sleeping,

So peaceful, free from pain,

We could not wish you back

To suffer all that again.


So treasure her/him Lord, in your garden of rest,

For here on earth, she/he was the very best.

God Bless You, Amen






We did not know that morning

What sorrow the day would bring,

The bitter grief, the shock severe

To part with one we loved so dear.


You bid no one a last farewell,

No chance to say good-bye,

You were gone, Mom, before we knew it

And God only knows why.


We pray that when you left us,

That you knew how much we cared,

Today, tomorrow, our whole lives through,

We will always love and cherish memories of you.


We hold you close within our hearts,

And there you will remain,

You walk with us throughout our lives

Until we meet again.









“He’ll always be remembered

as a man, both strong and good.


Who gave his best for others

and who did the best he could.


He’ll always be remembered

for all the joy he brought.


As a man who made a difference

and a man who meant a lot.”









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 hand put to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

Author Unknown










Her golden heart stopped beating

Two willing hands are still.

The one who toiled so hard for us

Is resting at God’s will.

But as we look with gladness

Upon the years she trod-

We Bless those years of happiness,

And leave the rest to God.










Don’t think of her as gone away,

Her journey’s just begun;

Life holds so many facets,

This earth is only one.


Just think of her as resting

From the sorrows and the tears

In a place of warmth and comfort

Where there are no days and years.


Think how she must be wishing

That we could know today,

How nothing but our sadness

Can really pass away.


And think of her as living

In the hearts of those she touched…

For nothing loved is ever lost –

And she was loved so much.











Don’t weep for me my children,

Time has so quickly flown.


I’ve lived the scene of time and change

And watched my children grown.


Don’t mourn too long, my children

Rejoice in memories past.


I’ve gone to join the others

I’m going Home at last.









I’d Like…


I’d like to think when life is done

That I had filled a needed post.

That here and there, I paid my fare,

With more than idle talk and boast.

That I had taken gifts divine,

The breath of life and manhood fine

And tried to use them now and then

In service for my fellow men.


I’d hate to think when life is through

That I have lived my round of years,

A useless kind that leaves behind

No record in the vale of tears.

That I had wasted all my days

By treading only selfish ways,

And that this world would be the same

If it had never known my name.


I’d like to think that here and there

When I am gone, there shall remain,

A happier spot that might have not

Existed had I toiled for gain.

That someone’s cheery voice and smile

Shall prove that I had been worth while,

That I had paid with something fine

My debt to God for life divine.











If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain.

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.










Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free,

I’m following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call,

I turned my back and left it all.


I could not stay another day

To laugh, to love, to work, or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way,

I found that peace at the close of day.


If my parting has left a void

Then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,

Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.


Be not burdened with times of sorrow,

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life’s been full, I savored much

Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.


Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,

Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your heart and share with me;

God wanted me now, He set me free.




“In Him We Live and Move and Have our Being”



We walk in a world that is strange and unknown

and in the midst of the crowd we still feel alone,

We question our purpose, our part, and our place

In this vast land of mystery suspended in space,

We probe and explore and try to explain

The tumult of thoughts that our minds entertain…

But all of our probing and complex explanations

Of man’s inner feelings and fears and frustrations

Still leave us engulfed in the “mystery of life”

With all of its struggles and suffering and strife,

Unable to fathom what tomorrow will bring

But there is one truth to which we can cling,

For while life’s a mystery man can’t understand

The “Great Giver of Life” is holding our hand

And safe in his care there is no need for seeing

For “in Him we live and move and have our being”






In tears we saw you sinking,

We watched you fade away.

You suffered much in silence,

You fought so hard to stay.

You faced your task with courage,

Your spirit did not bend,

But still you kept on fighting

Until the very end.

God saw you getting tired

When a cure was not to be,

So He put His arms around you,

And whispered, “Come with Me.”

So when we saw you sleeping

So peaceful, free from pain,

We could not wish you back

To suffer that again.


Always remembered, always cherished.

Each memory a part of us, a part of you,

Never to be lost.










It’s all the simple things you’ve done

That made our life worthwhile,

It’s all the love you’ve shared with us

And how you made us smile.

It’s how you brought us laughter

Every time we were down,

Life was so much easier

Just having you around.








Just when her/his life was brightest,

Just when her/his years were best,

She/He was called from this world of sorrow

To a home of eternal rest.


Our thoughts go wandering when daylight fades

To the land of long ago.

And memory paints the scenes of old

In the fold of the twilight glow.

We seem to see in the soft dim light

A Face we love the best,

And think of her/him when the sun’s last ray

Goes down in the far off west.


The depths of sorrow we cannot tell,

Of the loss of the one we loved so well;

And while she/he sleeps a peaceful sleep

Her/His memory we shall always keep.


Before the throne of God

Thousands of children stand;

Children whose sins are all forgiven

A holy, happy band.

Up there among the throng

Our little (insert name) stands

Waiting for us to join her/him

In that holy, happy land.

Gathered by Jesus in all her/his childish purity

A beautiful snowdrop to bloom in the

Garden of Heaven


Sweet little flower of heavenly birth,

She/He was too fair to bloom on earth








Life’s Clock


The Clock of Life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just where the hand will stop,

At late or early hour.


The present only is our own

Life, love, toil with a will,

Place no faith in “tomorrow”

For the Clock may then be still.










Irish Blessing



May the road rise up to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

The rains fall soft upon your fields,

And until we meet again,

May you be gently held

In the palm of God’s hand.











Miss Me But Let Me Go


When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free?


Miss me a little, but not too long,

And not with your head bowed low,

Remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me, but let me go.


For this is a journey we all must take

And each must go alone,

It’s part of the Master’s plan,

A step on the road to home.


So when you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss me…but let me go.






You can only have one mother

loving, kind and true.

No other friend in all the world

will be so true to you.

For all her loving kindness,

she asked for nothing in return.

If all the world deserted us

to our mother we could turn.

For those of us who have a mother,

treasure her with care,

for you will never know her value,

till you see that she’s not there.

To hear her voice, to see her smile,

to sit and talk with her awhile,

to be together in the same old way,

would be our dearest wish today.












No stain was on her/his little heart,

Sin had not entered there;

And innocence slept sweetly on

The pale white brow so fair.

She/He was too pure for this cold earth,

Too beautiful to stay,

And so God’s hoy angel bore

Our darling one away.













Peace At Last


May God support us all the day long,

‘til the shadows lengthen

and the evening comes

and the busy world is hushed

and the fever of life is over

and our work is done-

then in mercy-

may God give us a safe lodging

and a holy rest

and peace at last.


John Henry Newman
















Peacefully sleeping resting at last,

His weary trials and troubles are past,

In silence he suffered, in patience he bore

‘Til God called him home

To suffer no more.














Please hold her in your arms

And treasure her with care,

Make up for all she suffered

And all she had to bear.


Please whisper in her ear

In case she didn’t hear,

How much we truly love her

And wish she was still here.









Prayer for Truckers


He’s heading out again,

got to get back on the road.

Won’t be back home until

he’s delivered his last load.

Worrying while he’s gone,

for his safety and his life,

come naturally for a loving trucker’s wife.

But I know a little secret which to you I will confide:

Heaven sends an angel to ride by his side.

I know this because I believe in angles

and God’s love;

He take care of His children

from Heaven’s Kingdom above.

His angel journey’s with him

down the highways he must roam,

always guiding and protecting

every day ‘til he comes home.

Should something ever happen

That his angel cannot abate,

then his angel will be there

as he walks through Heaven’s gate.

So wherever my trucker goes

I know I need not fear, for he is never all alone –

His trucking angel’s near.






I’ve been going over my life

and I feel you in the breeze

you’re a constant reminder of all what used to be

and I know you walk beside me,

on the earth beneath my feet,

and though you’re only a memory

you still give me reason to believe

I’ve been going over your life

And I’ve seen you on your knees

you so wanted favours bestowed upon me

and I know that in our distance

you were never out of reach and though your

only a memory, you still give to me

a reason to remember and a reason to believe.

I’ve been going over our time, and when parting

had to be, when you live thought the changes and the

learning cuts so deep and I know

that in your silence, you found a way to speak

and though you’re only a memory, you still give me a

reason to remember and a reason to believe

and the love you gave me, is the reason why

I feel the heart needs affection and

the soul needs peace.






I am home in heaven, dear ones;

Oh, so happy and so bright!

There is perfect joy and beauty

In this everlasting light.


All the pain and grief is over,

Every restless tossing passed;

I am now at peace forever,

Safely home in Heaven at last.


Did you wonder why I so calmly

Trod the valley of the shade?

Oh! But Jesus’ love illumined

Every dark and fearful glade.


And He came Himself to meet me

In that way so, hard to tread;

And with Jesus’ arm to lean on

Could I have one doubt or dread?


Then you must not grieve so sorely,

For I love you dearly still;

Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,

Pray to trust our Father’s will.


There is work still waiting for you,

So you must not idly stand;

Do it now while life remaineth-

You shall rest in Jesus’ land.


When that work is all completed,

He will gently call you home;

Oh, the rapture of that meeting,

Oh, the joy to see you come.








Who has lived well,

Laughed often and loved much;

Who has gained the respect of intelligent men

And the love of children;

Who filled his niche

And accomplished his tasks;

Who leaves the world better than he found it,

Whether by an improved poppy,

A perfect poem or a rescued soul;

Who never lacked appreciation of the earth’s beauty

Or failed to express it;

Who looked for the best in others

And gave the best he had.










The Dash


I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone form the beginning… to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of 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 matter not, how much we own; the car…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. (you could be at “dash


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’s being read with your life’s actions to rehash…

Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?


































The love of a wonderful mother and wife

Is something that always lives on,

Filling the days with sweet memories

Long after her presence is gone.

We will always feel the warmth of her caring,

Her wisdom will never depart,

For the love a of a wonderful mother and wife

Forever lives on in our hearts.












She never closed her eyes in sleep ‘til we were all in bed

On party nights ‘til we came home she often sat and read.

We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay.

How much the mother worried when children were away

We only knew she never slept when we were out at night.

And that she waited just to know that we’d come home alright.

Why, sometimes when we’d stayed away ‘til one or two or three

It seemed to us that mother heard the turning of the key;

For always when we stepped inside she’d call and we reply

but we were all too young back then to understand just why.

Until the last one had returned she always kept a light,

For mother couldn’t sleep until she kissed us all good night,

She had to know that we were safe before she went to rest;

She seemed to fear the world might harm

The ones she loved the best.

And once she said: “when you are grown to women and to men

Perhaps I’ll sleep the whole night through:

I may be different then.”

And so it seemed that night and day we knew a mothers care

That always when we got back home we’d find her waiting there.

Then came the night that we were called to gather round her bed;

“The children all are with you now” the kindly doctor said.

And in her eyes there gleamed again the old time tender light

that told she had been waiting just to know we were all right.

She smiled the old familiar smile,

And prayed to God to keep us safe

from harm throughout the years,

and then she went to sleep.





“The Tiny Rosebud God Picked to Bloom in Heaven”


The Master Gardener from Heaven above

Planted a seed in the garden of love

And from it there it grew a rosebud small

That never had time to open at all

For God in His perfect and all – wise way

Chose this rose for His heavenly bouquet

And great was the joy of this tiny rose

To be the one our Father chose

To leave earth’s garden for one on high

Where roses bloom always and never die…

So, while you can’t see your precious rose bloom

You know the Great Gardener form the “Upper Room”

Is watching and tending this wee rose with care

Tenderly touching each petal so fair…

So think of your darling with angels above

Secure and contented and surrounded by love

And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too,

For in dying your darling brought Heaven closer to you!


                                                     Helen Steiner Rice






My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me;

I may not choose the colours,

He knows what they should be;

For He can view the pattern

Upon the upper side,

While I can see it only

On this, the under side.


Sometimes He weaveth sorrow,

Which seemeth strange to me;

But I will trust His judgement,

And work on faithfully;

‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,

He knows just what is best;

So I shall weave in earnest

And leave Him the rest.


At last, when life is ended,

With Him I shall abide,

Then I may view the pattern

Upon the upper side;

Then I shall know the reason

Why pain with joy entwined

Was woven in the fabric

Of life that God designed.






Think of me,

think of me fondly

when we’ve said goodbye,

Remember me

once in a while –

please promise me

you’ll try.


Think of all the things

we’ve shared and seen –

don’t think about the things

which might have been…

If you ever find

a moment,

spare a thought

for me…







They are not dead, who leave us this great heritage of

remembered joy…

They still live in our hearts, in the happiness we knew,

in the dreams we shared;

They still breathe in the lingering fragrance windblown

From their favourite flowers…

They still smile in moonlight’s sliver and laugh

In sunlight’s sparkling gold;

They speak in the echoes of words we’ve

Heard them say again and again…

They still move in the rhythm of waving grasses,

In the dance of tossing branches.

They are not dead; Their memory is warm in our hearts,

Comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us, but a part of us…

For love is eternal; and those we love

Shall be with us throughout eternity.


Mary E. Richardson











Though her/his presence is gone forever

And her/his hands we cannot touch,

Still we have so many memories

Of the one we loved so much.


Her/His memory is our keepsake

With which we will never part.

God has her/him in his keeping,

We have her/him in our hearts.















Time rolls on and we are reminded

Of a day our hearts were crushed.

When God took you – oh, so quickly,

And we all in gloom were thrust.

In the bud of life death claimed you,

In the prime of childhood days,

But we hope some day to meet you

And be with you always.







Today upon a bus, I saw a lovely girl with golden hair;

I Envied her, she seemed so gay, and wished I were as fair.

When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw

Her hobble down the isle; she had one foot and

Wore a crutch, but as she passed, a smile.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two feet – the world is mine!


And then I stopped to buy some sweets.

The lad who sold them had such charm,

I talked with him, he said to me

“It’s nice to talk to folks like you.

You see he said, I’m blind”

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two eyes – the world is mine!


Then, walking down the street,

I saw a child with eyes of blue.

He stood and watched the others play;

It seemed he knew not what to do.

I stopped for a moment then I said:

“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”

He looked ahead without a word, and then

I knew he could not hear.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two ears – the world is mine!


With feet to take me where I’d go,

With eyes to see the sunset’s glow,

With ears to hear what I would know,

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I’m blessed, indeed! The world is mine.







To love a Mom and then to part,

Is the greatest trial of the human heart.

Years of striving, little of play,

Loving, giving, the whole of the way.

A cherished smile, a heart of gold,

To the dearest Mother, the world could hold.

Happy memories, fond and true,

From us who thought the world of you.

Beautiful memories are treasures ever,

Of happy days when we were together.

With aching hearts we whisper low,

God Bless you Mother, we’ll miss you so.

Father in Heaven hear our prayer.

Guard our Mother with tender care.

Be a good Shepherd, don’t leave her alone,

Love her as we loved her when

she was here at home.











Daddy’s waiting for you

On the other side of life

He’s waited years to be together

Reunited with his wife.

We’ve had you these extra years

But your time has come to leave

Each of us will miss you

And each of us will grieve.

We couldn’t bear to see you suffer

And we needed you to know

Although we want you here with us

We’re prepared to let you go.

Mom, please keep the kettle boiling

Place some cookies on a tray

One day we’ll join with you and Dad

We’ll all be home to stay!




To Those I Love and Those Who Loved Me


When I am gone, release me, let me go…

I have so many things to see and do.

You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears;

Be happy that we had so many years.


I gave to you my love, you can only guess

How much you gave to me in happiness.

I thank you for the love you each have shown,

But now it’s time I traveled on alone.


So grieve a while for me if grieve you must;

Then let your grief be comforted by trust.

It’s only for a while that we must part,

So bless the memories within your heart.


I won’t be far away, for life goes on;

So if you need me, call and I will come,

Though you can’t see me or touch me,

I’ll be near

And if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear,

All of my love around you soft and clear.


And then, when you must come this way alone,

I’ll greet you with a smile and say,

“Welcome Home.”






We did not know that morning

What sorrow the day would bring,

The bitter grief and shock severe

To part with the one we love so dear.

You bid no one a last farewell

No chance to say goodbye,

You were gone before we knew it

Only God knows why.

It broke our hearts to lose you

But you did not go alone,

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.

Though your smile is gone forever

And your hand we cannot touch,

We will never lose the memory,

Of the one we love so much.





We knew you were here, we felt your touch,

Your kicks were so strong, we loved you so much.


In my womb you grew bigger each day,

As time went by we could feel you play.


Your cravings for melons, peaches and chocolate delight

Kept Daddy hopping both day in and night.


In our hearts we felt tremendous love,

For you my dear (insert name), a gift from above.


Your scan date arrived, how excited we felt,

To see you so real, I know we would melt.


We waited patiently week after week,

For the start of a brand new family;


But when that day came, our live stood still,

Our hearts were broken, why was it God’s will?


You’re in our hearts and you always will be,

Treasured forever in our memory.


We love you (insert name), we miss you so much,

Oh how we wish we could feel your touch.


(insert name), we know that one day we’ll be

Together at last, I promise you’ll see.


With Everlasting Love,

Mommy and Daddy










We were not ready for this day,

We are not prepared in any way.

We were not ready to set him free,

And when I cry, I cry for me.

In our lives I feel a space,

And in our hearts an empty place.

In our family, he was the rock,

He was the shepherd of the flock.

Lord, please help us not to be forlorn.

Let us rejoice his life story,

Remember him and all his glory.







When I die,

give what is left of me to children.

If you need to cry,

cry for your brothers and sisters

walking beside you.

Put your arms around anyone and

give them what you need to give me.

I want to leave you with something,

better than words or sounds.

Look for me in the people

I have known and loved.

And if you cannot live without me,

then let me live in your eyes,

your mind, and your acts of kindness.

You can love me the most

by letting hands touch hands.

Love does not die, people do.

So when all that is left of me is love…

Give me away…





When I Must Leave You


When I must leave you for a little while,

Please do not grieve and shed wild tears

And hug your sorrow to you through the years,

But start out bravely with a gallant smile,

And for my sake and in my name

Live on and do all things the same.

Feed not your loneliness on empty days,

But fill each waking hour in useful ways;

Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer

And I in turn will comfort you

And hold you near;

And never, never be afraid to die

For I am waiting for you in the sky!









When somebody dies, a cloud turn into an angel,

and flies up to tell God to put another

flower on a pillow.

A bird gives the message back to the world,

and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.

People disappear, but they never really go away.

The spirits up there put the sun to bed,

wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles.

Sometimes you can see them dancing

in a cloud during the day-time,

when they’re supposed to be sleeping.

They pain the rainbows and also the sunsets

and wake waves splash and tug at the tide.

They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.

And when they sing windsongs, they whisper to us,

don’t miss me too much.

The view is nice and I’m doing just fine.







You can shed tears that he is gone,

or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray

that he’ll come back, or you can open your

eyes and see all he’s left.

Your heart can be empty

because you can’t see him,

or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back

on tomorrow and live yesterday,

or you can be happy for tomorrow

because of yesterday.

You can remember him

and only that he’s gone, or you can cherish

his memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,

be empty and turn your back,

or you can do what he’d want;

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.





Have you ever stopped to wonder

What it was like to be your Mother?

Be assured that if you ponder

You will find there was no other.


She at first held you so gently

Be it morning, noon or night.

She did bathe and clothe you sweetly

She did comfort you alright.


She was always there to help you

Tied the shoes and wiped the nose.

Helped with homework and did feed you,

Cleaned your room and washed your clothes.


It was Mother who first taught thee

How to kneel down and to pray.

She did teach, “Now I lay me

Down to sleep – my soul I pray.”


Mother wondered where her child was

When the evening hour grew late.

Not a little bit of praying cause

She listened for the gate.


As the years began to pass on

And Mom was getting older,

Did you learn that she was genuine

By the way – you must have told her


Today’s the day we honor her

“Mom, there was no one like you,

You were sweet and you were kind

And we say, Mom – we loved you.”




God hath not promised

Skies always blue

Flower – strewn pathways

All our lives through

God hath not promised

Sun without rain

Joy without sorrow,

Peace without pain.

But God hath promised

Strength for the days,

Rest for the labor,

Light for the ways.

Grace for the trials,

Help from above,

Unfailing sympathy

Undying love.












God, Grant me the Serenity to

Accept the things I cannot change,

The Courage to change the things I can,

And the Wisdom to know the difference.
















Take My Hand, Precious Lord


Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead me on, help me stand

I am tired, I am weak, I am worn

Through the storm, through the night

Lead me on to the Light

Take my hand Precious Lord, lead me home.












There is a season for everything,

A time for every occupation under heaven.

A time for giving birth, A time for dying,

A time for planting,

A time for uprooting what has been planted.

A time for killing, A time for healing;

A time for knocking down, A time for building.

A time for tears, A time for laughter;

A time for mourning, A time for dancing.

A time for throwing stones away,

A time for gathering them up;

A time for embracing,

A time to refrain from embracing.

A time for searching, A time for losing;

A time for keeping, A time for throwing away.

A time for tearing, A time for sewing;

A time for keeping silent, A time for speaking;

A time for loving, A time for hating;

A time for war, A time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8





The Sheaf Of Wheat…

Symbol of Christian Faith


The seeds of faith are sown in the human

personality and grow into the

mature faith of the Christian man or woman.


The sown seed must lose its life in order that

it may develop and grow and multiply.

So symbolically, a sheaf of wheat is used by

Christians to make the passing of

a fellow Christian.


Death is not the end

but the beginning of life eternal.


The mature grain in the sheaf is the direct symbol

of the Resurrection  – the life beyond the grave,

the fulfillment of the promise of Jesus Christ.





The Twenty – Third Psalm


The Lord is my shepherd;

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie

down in green pastures;

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul;

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness

for His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil

for thou art with me;

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil,

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow

me all the days of my life;

and I shall dwell in the house

of the Lord forever.




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