Eulogy Story: The Dragonfly
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions. Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever.
Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb the stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what he had found at the top. When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.
So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go back and tell them, and explain to them that he was more alive now than he had ever been before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended. But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what he now knew. So he raised his wings and flew off into his joyous new life!
SLOW DANCE – This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the nexy hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child,
We”ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, Hi
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is hort.
The music won’t last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift…
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
The time has come for me now to leave you:
Bid me farewell my family and friends.
I bow to you and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door and all claim to my earthly home.
All I ask is a few kind words
The day has dawned and the lamp that lit my little corner shines no more.
A voice is calling now from far away.
And I am ready to begin my journey.
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 his call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I’ve 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 savoured much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all to brief,
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee,
God wanted me now, He set me free.
Weep not for me though I am gone into
that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon
my soul’s sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul’s at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now is all gone.
Put now these things out of your
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my Life.
SHE IS GONE
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
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 her and only that she’s gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she’d want:
Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
THE DAY GOD CALLED YOU HOME
God looked around the garden and found an empty place,
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 always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw 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 didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes for 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 path of his life,
that there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the 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 of 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 replies “My Son, My precious child, I Love You,
and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
THE FUNERAL DIRECTOR
by Jerry J. Brown
Listens, hears and understands…
Communicates softly, a tear, a touch, a smile…
Senses the shock and knows the numbness of disbelief and denial …
Understands the intimacy of death, and quietly
responds to each mood and moment…
Knows the many faces of grief and helps
family members understand them…
Walks with families through the corridors of
confusion and despair onto the pathway of
acceptance and serenity …
And through education, experience and
personal compassion, is the most
dedicated to helping people during
this time of pain and sorrow.
Thus, with gentle strength and deep sensitivity
the Funeral Director serves our society.
TO THOSE I LOVE AND THOSE WHO LOVE ME
When I am gone, release me. Let me go
I have so many thins to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears, Be
happy, we had so many years.
I gave you my love and 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 travelled 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 those memories in 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 or touch me, I’ll be near,
with all 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,
“GONE FROM MY SIGHT”
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then somehow at my side says, “there she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“There she goes!”
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“Here she comes!”
Henry Van Dyke
ONE AT REST
Think of me as one at rest,
for me you should not weep
I have not pain not troubled thoughts
for I am just asleep.
The living thinking me that was,
is now forever still
And life goes on without me now,
as time forever will.
If your heart is heavy now
because I’ve gone away,
Dwell not long upon it friend
For none of us can stay.
Those of you who liked me,
I sincerely thank you all
And those of you who loved me,
I thank you most of all.
And in my fleeting lifespan,
as time went rushing by
I found some time to hesitate,
to laugh, to love, to cry
Matters it not if time began
If time will ever cease?
I was here, used it all,
and now I am at peace.
HER JOURNEY’S JUST BEGUN
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 or 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.
By E. Brenneman
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of a man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day, they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side by side, they cross over … together.
copyright 1998 Steve and Diane Bodofsky. All Rights Reserved. Reposted by Permission.
REMEMBERING A WELL LIVED LIFE
Some people just can’t help making a difference in our lives.
By simply being who they are,
They make the world a little brighter,
A little warmer,
A little gentler,
And when they are gone we realise,
How lucky we are to have know them.
“THE BROKEN CHAIN”
We little knew that day,
God was going to call you name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
Author: Ron Tranmer
“NEXT TO YOU”
You cannot see
or touch me
but I’m standing
next to you.
Your tears can
only hurt me,
makes me blue.
Be brave and show
a smiling face,
let not your grief
I love you from
a different place,
yet I’m standing
next to you.