remembrance

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

The past: our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

When I die, I hope to be remembered as a kind and generous man.  I hope to be remembered for the love I shared.  In this ever growing race to become wealthy with materialistic gains... I wish to be remembered for my wealth of character... And for giving when others would hesitate.  I would also pray to be forgiven for my sins... Especially those that brought pain and sorrow to others.  I am not without fault.  But, I am sorry for any hurt I may have caused-- Especially to my loved ones.  May I have served as a good man in the years that I was given on earth... And may I have touched the lives of others in a kind and loving way.

I shall die in my boots.
Kick open the saloon doors
Of Heaven or Hell,
Lasso the darkest hombre
And shoot any hat in the house
Who doesn't buy me a drink.

I learned from the shadow of a tree, that to and fro did sway against a wall:  our shadow-selves, our influence, may fall where we ourselves can never be.

Anna E. Hamilton

Empathy is the lovefire of sweet remembrance and shared understanding.

"Remember that Divine Grace is a Blessing as we are alive and well in The Age of Remembrance !"