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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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Our sincere condolences to James, David, Grandson and the rest of the family.
Our deepest sympathies
Peter, (Simone nee Robinson) & Lauren O'Mathuna
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Simone Robinson & Family posted a condolence
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
God saw you were getting tired And the cure was not to be So he put his arms around you And whispered come with me With tearful eyes we watched you And saw you pass away Although we loved you dearly We could not make you stay A golden heart stopped beating Hard working hands put at rest God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best Author unknown
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EllisDon Staff @ The Don Mills Centre Redevelopment posted a condolence
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. (Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die!) By Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Deborah Williams posted a condolence
Thursday, November 30, 0002
NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life--that in me has rest, As I--undying Life--have Power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity; So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou--Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed. By Emily Bronte
